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Kyrdua:

--- Quote from: eclectic on June 25, 2011, 08:26:28 AM ---just upped a new chapter, if anyone is still reading this.

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where? wanna read it. nvm saw your website.

eclectic:
chapter 4 :http://oddlypopulated.blogspot.com/2011/07/part-four-looking-back.html

if anyone still cares.

someone actually sent me fan art last week. i was pretty excited.

fohfoh:
I have something written on these forums. It was based on a dream I had and I wrote about it. Too lazy to link it at the moment though.

eclectic:
aaaaaaaaand. chapter 5. http://oddlypopulated.blogspot.com/2011/07/part-five-earth-bound-prayers.html

kitamesume:
heres a little story, inspired by reading lores on league of legends, sorry for the bad grammar though. point out the corrections if you want.
and yea, i suck at fixing the arrangements, i just type here and there.


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-Tier1-

In the far outskirts of Ionia his father would always teach him martial arts for self defense,
Connan living a life where he couldn't even meet his mother and knowing that the outer world was dangerous.
Connan was bullied by other children around his village, but his father's teaching got him better "always treat people equally,
be it foe or friend, thats the way of the martial arts." he wouldn't "hurt" the bullies,
he'd just think of it as playing while practicing self defense on them, literally.
Parents would always nag on Connan's father about their children getting bruises all over while ignoring how Connan were covered in bandages.
his father was cunning to talk the parents out and soon after scolds Connan for "playing" with the children on their village "Try and play with them without leaving any injuries ok?",
he knew Connan was getting bullied but still thought him not to pick a bone with anyone and not to hold grudge.
but Connan's father befall a strange illness, the village's doctor wasnt able to distinguish what the illness is,
soon after a month his father leaves a dying message for Connan

--"Don't cry my son, you have far more to accomplish than what i`ve thought you,
you have potential, Live and enjoy your life but remember not to injure your "friends" while playing ok?
promise me to live a life of challenge and enjoyment, not to bully people, remember "always treat people equally, be it foe or friend,
thats the way of the martial arts." and stick to your beliefs. so this is good-bye, i`m going to go see how mom is doing..."--

Connan couldn't believe his strong cunning father died just like that and cried all night.

-Tier2-

Hearing that the famous Martial Artist died, thieves went inside the house knowing that there's valuable trophies in there but Connan wouldn't give fathers possession without a nice "playing",
bruises fell before the thieves but their number was far too great for one child to handle, they knocked Connan unconscious and sold him into a slave trader.
days after, he was being transported into the main city for the sale of the slaves but a bounty hunter intercepted the caravan and seizing the slave trader for his bounty while releasing the slaves,
Connan though, followed the bounty hunter, instincts tells him that hes a good guy, the bounty hunter already noticed him but ignored, two days later Connan collapses of starvation,
the bounty hunter picked him up and gave him bread and water and asked "Why were you following me boy? you do know that i`m not interested in taking care of slaves",
Connan answers "I don't have anywhere else to go, my house has been robbed empty, my parents are gone, i`m all alone. what is your name?" the bounty hunter replied "you don't have to know, just call me mister.".
noticing he knew basic martial arts, the bounty hunter thought him a few things, he said that he could be his apprentice but not for free, he`ll be his gopher.
at day, Connan worked as the bounty hunter's gopher and went on errands for him. at night Connan would train and continue his father's martial arts teaching, but it was incomplete,
he practiced every night to find out what the martial art can do but instead ended up creating his own way of martial arts, night after night he`d train and master his new fond martial art.
the bounty hunter observes him train and notices that he had the potential to complete the weird martial art "hah! the child came up with such a weird dance". the next night Connan was in a deep trance,
thinking what to do after he hit a wall on his martial art "Hey kid, why'd you stop?" the bounty hunter interrupted "Come on try it on me", Connan snapped from his trance and accepted the challenge,
regrettably he loses but "Oi, you trying to kill me?" Connan didn't know his techniques was that dangerous, if the bounty hunter wasn't skilled, he would've ended up killing him "Learn how to control, that's what you're lacking now".

-Tier3-

News spread all over Ionia that there's a pair of bounty hunter swooping every bounty around the board "Are you seriously saying an average bounty hunter accompanied by ten year old is getting the credit?"
townsfolk have been arguing about it "Its not the bounty hunter that you should be amazed, its the kid, the kid i tell you, everyone of them villains lay unconscious when they arrive on the sheriff's office without a scratch!
weird enough is that the kid uses some weird style that doesn't injure a person, just instantly knocks them to sleep.". The League heard about the rumors and became interested with Connan, "Oi kid,
looks like we`ll have to depart this time, a messenger came and is waiting for you outside, saying this so called "League" is scouting you", Connan in surprise accepts and thanks the bounty hunter for his care for the past few months,
a parting gift was received before Connan left the town, a black belt "you're a strong kid, but you're still growing.".

-Tier4-

"Hello sir, this is your message, and this is your ticket, don't lose them both" says the skinny tall man, bearing the cloak of a messenger "the so called League is in search for you, they ask if you'd accept to participate"

Connan, in excitement asks "Thank you, but how would i go into the League? i take it that it is far, right?"

"not at all, it's about a month of travel, and a good journey." "worry not, i`m the one that will escort you there."

"Really? i thank you in advance.".

Arriving at the Port of Ionia. a large man in his mid fifties, white in hair and full of scars walks towards Connan's group "Hello there matees!", "i take it you're heading to the mainland?"

the messenger, in anticipation, replied "Yes sir, are you by any chance, vacant? will you be able to host our voyage into the noxus territory?"

"why of course, no brute, nor barbarian can scare this old sailor out of commission." they walk towards the dock, seeing an array of boat in stall.

"here we are, all aboard!"

"wow, what a big ship!" Connan in surprise and excitement, stepped onto the ramp.

"Not that ship me son, the other one behind you"

"..." Connan came back down the ramp and stopped in front of the sailor's ship. "what a party pooper." the ship was no larger than an average house, but no smaller than your biggest sail.

-Tier5-

After departing the Dock, Connan spectates the deck in fascination "First time seeing the sea, sir?" the messenger asks.

"yes, but i`ve seen lakes, and i heard from father that the ocean is much bigger than they are but still, it's a surprise to see it this big..."

"hmmm, quite true, compared to rivers and lakes, the ocean is far bigger than what they are. just like comparing a puddle to a pond."

"what is the league supposed to be, mr. umm?"

"call me Lorenz" Lorenz continues "have you heard of the Rune War?"

"no, what is it?"

"would you like to hear the story?"

"sure."

"Alright then. Until only twenty years ago, Runeterra was on a collision course with disaster. As quickly as Runeterra denizens would band together in ancient times as tribes, opposing tribes would war to settle their disputes. No matter the era, the preferred choice of warfare has always been magical. Armies would be enhanced or decimated by spell and rune alike. Champions made the most of magical items forged for them as they led or supported armies. Summoners often the de facto leaders of Valoran political forces would unleash mighty magical powers directly against foes and their holdings with little regard for consequence. With such an abundance of raw magical power at their disposal, there was little motivation for summoners to explore more environmentally-friendly forms of warfare. Within the last two hundred years, however, the dangers of unchecked magical warfare began to expose the fragility of Runeterra to everyone residing in Valoran."

"i don't get it, so the Runeterra people would rage war against their kind for power?"

"Not entirely, but let me finish." Lorenz continues "The last two Rune Wars drastically altered the geophysical landscape of Valoran, even after magical energy was focused on restoring it. Violent earthquakes and horrific magically-fueled storms made life on Valoran challenging, even before factoring in the horror of warfare on the populace. It was theorized that another unchecked Rune War would tear the world asunder. As a direct response to the world growing physical and political instability, Valoran key magicians including many powerful summoners came to the conclusion that conflicts needed to be resolved in a controllable and systemic way. They formed an organization called the League of Legends, whose purpose was to oversee the orderly resolution of political conflict in Valoran. Housed in the Institute of War, The League resolved that all major political conflict would be settled through the use of specially prepared arenas strategically located throughout Valoran. Summoners representing a particular political allegiance would each call forth a champion; he most common victory condition of a battle arena would be to destroy the opposing faction nexus. While all major political conflicts were being funneled through the League of Legends, physical conflicts between warring political entities were not completely eliminated. Even still, all political entities abide by the governance of the League of Legends. No wise regent would be foolish enough to rail against a vast cabal of immensely powerful magicians, summoners, and champions."

"ohh..." Connan stares far out into the sea.

"Let's get inside, the sun is about to set." they walked slowly towards the cabin doors.

Connan looks back for another look just before entering the wooden door "so beautiful" a beautiful golden red sky and a body of water stretches across in sight.

Map of Valoran Continent

[insert picture here]

10days have passed by sail and 14days have passed by caravan, finally reaching the destination, the institute of war.

-Tier6-

Institute of War

[insert picture here]

"Halt, what brings you here young traveler." a fully armored guard asks "I received a letter and a scouting from the League of Legends, requesting for my audience." Connan replied "Proceed little one" the guard accepts.

the vast hallway was empty, no presence could be felt, his footsteps ripples on the marble floor, echoing through the hallway. slowly striding through the hallway, cautious, more like paranoid, the emptiness of the hall was weird. A figure emerged from the darkness "This way young one, this way." an old man in figure but a strong presence lingers around him, thinking he felt no presence at all before he saw the old man, he's no ordinary old man.

They stopped, in front of them was a massive marble door, it was like a relic of an empire, old but stood formidable. Connan touches the door and pushes it, it opens slowly, only darkness could be seen through the gaps of the door,"It's dark", the old man grins "Yes it is", the door finally opened, the atmosphere felt eerie, so much as if the air itself was dead, cold and empty "Old man, are you coming too?" attempting look at the old man for he felt his presence vanished, he turns around but the door was not there, it was all black, darkness was only to be seen but he kept looking around.

-Tier7-

he hears a creaking sound, snaps out of his trance "what, wait, my house?" in the mids of confusion, the front door continues to creek open and a black figure appears "who are you?! what do you want?!" the figure walks in wary but steady and calm as if the house was empty, finally reaching the wooden cabinet "No! don't open that!" Connan rushes towards the black figure to try and stop him, but the instant he touched him, everything turned black.

a voice ripples into the silence and echoes into his ears "the League eh?", "are you sure you want to join the League?", "weak! you don't deserve to get into the League!". noices echoes through his ears as he grins his teeth, clenching his fists "Shut up!", "I don't want to hear your stupid mockery", "No more!" rage engulfed his mind and heart but one voice reached him. "Concentrate Connan, concentrate, this is just an illusion, you know better how hard i thought you." recognizing the voice, shivers befall Connan and his hair stood on end, tears falls down his cheek as he opens his mouth "Father?", "Concentrate Connan.", "but where are you father? i want to see you!", "Calm your self my son, Concentrate, follow your energy and channel it to your center." Connan closes his eyes and stood still, silence befall the darkness instantly as he could hear his own heart and breath from within, channeling his energy amplified his senses, pulses of energy seeped through his body, gathering into his center. "Release" Connan unleashed a shockwave of light and energy, the darkness retreats and cowers as if a superior being looms near.

-Tier8-

"greetings my son", "father?!" The admirable figure walks towards Connan, with a nice smile as if proud of something, he opens his mouth "Why do you want to join the League, Connan?", "huh what? father? uh... it's because i don't have anywhere else to go...", "Why do you want to join the League, Connan?","to sharpen my skills and master the martial arts you thought me" the nice smile fades as he nears "Why do you want to join the League, Connan?" irritated "To surpass you and find a rival!" he stops right in front of Connan, and placed his hand on his son's shoulder with a grim, disappointed expression "Why do you want to join the League, Connan?", Connan loses focus, time felt like it was still, every word was echoing inside his head then he freezes, cold sweat started falling down his cheek, he opens his mouth "Vengeance... No, punishment for myself." the expression brightens, a soft smile can be witnessed. "for what?", "I`ve hurt alot of people, i repent... i`m sorry.", a wide smile cleaves through the figure's face, tears forms on his eyes "How does it feel, exposing your mind?", "Relieved, thank you, father..."

the door behind him creeks open, in surprise he turns his head, peeked and saw a brighten hall, he turns back, the figure he always admired was gone, only the empty hall he took stretches across is left to be seen. "This way young one, this way." Connan snaps from is trance, the old man grins and lead the way "huh? what? was that a dream?" the old man turns and walks through the door "..." Connan follows "wow...".

--- End code ---
(click to show/hide)-Tier1-

In the far outskirts of Ionia his father would always teach him martial arts for self defense,
Connan living a life where he couldn't even meet his mother and knowing that the outer world was dangerous.
Connan was bullied by other children around his village, but his father's teaching got him better "always treat people equally,
be it foe or friend, thats the way of the martial arts." he wouldn't "hurt" the bullies,
he'd just think of it as playing while practicing self defense on them, literally.
Parents would always nag on Connan's father about their children getting bruises all over while ignoring how Connan were covered in bandages.
his father was cunning to talk the parents out and soon after scolds Connan for "playing" with the children on their village "Try and play with them without leaving any injuries ok?",
he knew Connan was getting bullied but still thought him not to pick a bone with anyone and not to hold grudge.
but Connan's father befall a strange illness, the village's doctor wasnt able to distinguish what the illness is,
soon after a month his father leaves a dying message for Connan

--"Don't cry my son, you have far more to accomplish than what i`ve thought you,
you have potential, Live and enjoy your life but remember not to injure your "friends" while playing ok?
promise me to live a life of challenge and enjoyment, not to bully people, remember "always treat people equally, be it foe or friend,
thats the way of the martial arts." and stick to your beliefs. so this is good-bye, i`m going to go see how mom is doing..."--

Connan couldn't believe his strong cunning father died just like that and cried all night.

-Tier2-

Hearing that the famous Martial Artist died, thieves went inside the house knowing that there's valuable trophies in there but Connan wouldn't give fathers possession without a nice "playing",
bruises fell before the thieves but their number was far too great for one child to handle, they knocked Connan unconscious and sold him into a slave trader.
days after, he was being transported into the main city for the sale of the slaves but a bounty hunter intercepted the caravan and seizing the slave trader for his bounty while releasing the slaves,
Connan though, followed the bounty hunter, instincts tells him that hes a good guy, the bounty hunter already noticed him but ignored, two days later Connan collapses of starvation,
the bounty hunter picked him up and gave him bread and water and asked "Why were you following me boy? you do know that i`m not interested in taking care of slaves",
Connan answers "I don't have anywhere else to go, my house has been robbed empty, my parents are gone, i`m all alone. what is your name?" the bounty hunter replied "you don't have to know, just call me mister.".
noticing he knew basic martial arts, the bounty hunter thought him a few things, he said that he could be his apprentice but not for free, he`ll be his gopher.
at day, Connan worked as the bounty hunter's gopher and went on errands for him. at night Connan would train and continue his father's martial arts teaching, but it was incomplete,
he practiced every night to find out what the martial art can do but instead ended up creating his own way of martial arts, night after night he`d train and master his new fond martial art.
the bounty hunter observes him train and notices that he had the potential to complete the weird martial art "hah! the child came up with such a weird dance". the next night Connan was in a deep trance,
thinking what to do after he hit a wall on his martial art "Hey kid, why'd you stop?" the bounty hunter interrupted "Come on try it on me", Connan snapped from his trance and accepted the challenge,
regrettably he loses but "Oi, you trying to kill me?" Connan didn't know his techniques was that dangerous, if the bounty hunter wasn't skilled, he would've ended up killing him "Learn how to control, that's what you're lacking now".

-Tier3-

News spread all over Ionia that there's a pair of bounty hunter swooping every bounty around the board "Are you seriously saying an average bounty hunter accompanied by ten year old is getting the credit?"
townsfolk have been arguing about it "Its not the bounty hunter that you should be amazed, its the kid, the kid i tell you, everyone of them villains lay unconscious when they arrive on the sheriff's office without a scratch!
weird enough is that the kid uses some weird style that doesn't injure a person, just instantly knocks them to sleep.". The League heard about the rumors and became interested with Connan, "Oi kid,
looks like we`ll have to depart this time, a messenger came and is waiting for you outside, saying this so called "League" is scouting you", Connan in surprise accepts and thanks the bounty hunter for his care for the past few months,
a parting gift was received before Connan left the town, a black belt "you're a strong kid, but you're still growing.".

-Tier4-

"Hello sir, this is your message, and this is your ticket, don't lose them both" says the skinny tall man, bearing the cloak of a messenger "the so called League is in search for you, they ask if you'd accept to participate"

Connan, in excitement asks "Thank you, but how would i go into the League? i take it that it is far, right?"

"not at all, it's about a month of travel, and a good journey." "worry not, i`m the one that will escort you there."

"Really? i thank you in advance.".

Arriving at the Port of Ionia. a large man in his mid fifties, white in hair and full of scars walks towards Connan's group "Hello there matees!", "i take it you're heading to the mainland?"

the messenger, in anticipation, replied "Yes sir, are you by any chance, vacant? will you be able to host our voyage into the noxus territory?"

"why of course, no brute, nor barbarian can scare this old sailor out of commission." they walk towards the dock, seeing an array of boat in stall.

"here we are, all aboard!"

"wow, what a big ship!" Connan in surprise and excitement, stepped onto the ramp.

"Not that ship me son, the other one behind you"

"..." Connan came back down the ramp and stopped in front of the sailor's ship. "what a party pooper." the ship was no larger than an average house, but no smaller than your biggest sail.

-Tier5-

After departing the Dock, Connan spectates the deck in fascination "First time seeing the sea, sir?" the messenger asks.

"yes, but i`ve seen lakes, and i heard from father that the ocean is much bigger than they are but still, it's a surprise to see it this big..."

"hmmm, quite true, compared to rivers and lakes, the ocean is far bigger than what they are. just like comparing a puddle to a pond."

"what is the league supposed to be, mr. umm?"

"call me Lorenz" Lorenz continues "have you heard of the Rune War?"

"no, what is it?"

"would you like to hear the story?"

"sure."

"Alright then. Until only twenty years ago, Runeterra was on a collision course with disaster. As quickly as Runeterra denizens would band together in ancient times as tribes, opposing tribes would war to settle their disputes. No matter the era, the preferred choice of warfare has always been magical. Armies would be enhanced or decimated by spell and rune alike. Champions made the most of magical items forged for them as they led or supported armies. Summoners often the de facto leaders of Valoran political forces would unleash mighty magical powers directly against foes and their holdings with little regard for consequence. With such an abundance of raw magical power at their disposal, there was little motivation for summoners to explore more environmentally-friendly forms of warfare. Within the last two hundred years, however, the dangers of unchecked magical warfare began to expose the fragility of Runeterra to everyone residing in Valoran."

"i don't get it, so the Runeterra people would rage war against their kind for power?"

"Not entirely, but let me finish." Lorenz continues "The last two Rune Wars drastically altered the geophysical landscape of Valoran, even after magical energy was focused on restoring it. Violent earthquakes and horrific magically-fueled storms made life on Valoran challenging, even before factoring in the horror of warfare on the populace. It was theorized that another unchecked Rune War would tear the world asunder. As a direct response to the world growing physical and political instability, Valoran key magicians including many powerful summoners came to the conclusion that conflicts needed to be resolved in a controllable and systemic way. They formed an organization called the League of Legends, whose purpose was to oversee the orderly resolution of political conflict in Valoran. Housed in the Institute of War, The League resolved that all major political conflict would be settled through the use of specially prepared arenas strategically located throughout Valoran. Summoners representing a particular political allegiance would each call forth a champion; he most common victory condition of a battle arena would be to destroy the opposing faction nexus. While all major political conflicts were being funneled through the League of Legends, physical conflicts between warring political entities were not completely eliminated. Even still, all political entities abide by the governance of the League of Legends. No wise regent would be foolish enough to rail against a vast cabal of immensely powerful magicians, summoners, and champions."

"ohh..." Connan stares far out into the sea.

"Let's get inside, the sun is about to set." they walked slowly towards the cabin doors.

Connan looks back for another look just before entering the wooden door "so beautiful" a beautiful golden red sky and a body of water stretches across in sight.

Map of Valoran Continent

[insert picture here]

10days have passed by sail and 14days have passed by caravan, finally reaching the destination, the institute of war.

-Tier6-

Institute of War

[insert picture here]

"Halt, what brings you here young traveler." a fully armored guard asks "I received a letter and a scouting from the League of Legends, requesting for my audience." Connan replied "Proceed little one" the guard accepts.

the vast hallway was empty, no presence could be felt, his footsteps ripples on the marble floor, echoing through the hallway. slowly striding through the hallway, cautious, more like paranoid, the emptiness of the hall was weird. A figure emerged from the darkness "This way young one, this way." an old man in figure but a strong presence lingers around him, thinking he felt no presence at all before he saw the old man, he's no ordinary old man.

They stopped, in front of them was a massive marble door, it was like a relic of an empire, old but stood formidable. Connan touches the door and pushes it, it opens slowly, only darkness could be seen through the gaps of the door,"It's dark", the old man grins "Yes it is", the door finally opened, the atmosphere felt eerie, so much as if the air itself was dead, cold and empty "Old man, are you coming too?" attempting look at the old man for he felt his presence vanished, he turns around but the door was not there, it was all black, darkness was only to be seen but he kept looking around.

-Tier7-

he hears a creaking sound, snaps out of his trance "what, wait, my house?" in the mids of confusion, the front door continues to creek open and a black figure appears "who are you?! what do you want?!" the figure walks in wary but steady and calm as if the house was empty, finally reaching the wooden cabinet "No! don't open that!" Connan rushes towards the black figure to try and stop him, but the instant he touched him, everything turned black.

a voice ripples into the silence and echoes into his ears "the League eh?", "are you sure you want to join the League?", "weak! you don't deserve to get into the League!". noices echoes through his ears as he grins his teeth, clenching his fists "Shut up!", "I don't want to hear your stupid mockery", "No more!" rage engulfed his mind and heart but one voice reached him. "Concentrate Connan, concentrate, this is just an illusion, you know better how hard i thought you." recognizing the voice, shivers befall Connan and his hair stood on end, tears falls down his cheek as he opens his mouth "Father?", "Concentrate Connan.", "but where are you father? i want to see you!", "Calm your self my son, Concentrate, follow your energy and channel it to your center." Connan closes his eyes and stood still, silence befall the darkness instantly as he could hear his own heart and breath from within, channeling his energy amplified his senses, pulses of energy seeped through his body, gathering into his center. "Release" Connan unleashed a shockwave of light and energy, the darkness retreats and cowers as if a superior being looms near.

-Tier8-

"greetings my son", "father?!" The admirable figure walks towards Connan, with a nice smile as if proud of something, he opens his mouth "Why do you want to join the League, Connan?", "huh what? father? uh... it's because i don't have anywhere else to go...", "Why do you want to join the League, Connan?","to sharpen my skills and master the martial arts you thought me" the nice smile fades as he nears "Why do you want to join the League, Connan?" irritated "To surpass you and find a rival!" he stops right in front of Connan, and placed his hand on his son's shoulder with a grim, disappointed expression "Why do you want to join the League, Connan?", Connan loses focus, time felt like it was still, every word was echoing inside his head then he freezes, cold sweat started falling down his cheek, he opens his mouth "Vengeance... No, punishment for myself." the expression brightens, a soft smile can be witnessed. "for what?", "I`ve hurt alot of people, i repent... i`m sorry.", a wide smile cleaves through the figure's face, tears forms on his eyes "How does it feel, exposing your mind?", "Relieved, thank you, father..."

the door behind him creeks open, in surprise he turns his head, peeked and saw a brighten hall, he turns back, the figure he always admired was gone, only the empty hall he took stretches across is left to be seen. "This way young one, this way." Connan snaps from is trance, the old man grins and lead the way "huh? what? was that a dream?" the old man turns and walks through the door "..." Connan follows "wow...".

question, how do you use word wrap in the code box?

ohh and i`m lacking thoughts on what to write for the continuation XD

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