So it's Saturday, which means no chapter release today. W on stockpiling my inal. Tomorrow, I'll flush out yesterday's chapter with details. I didn't want to write too much while drunk.
In general, hoeople feeling now that Arc 2 has started after 12 chapters?
Romance is leaning toowder based on the flow.
Orion is at the official crossroad for his good/evil alig. For those who didn't know the refere chapter: one will progress his corruption / evil, and the other will save him and perhaps help him with the Are.
One leads him dowh of evil, Piltover destroyed, ect...
Other renews his Are magic studies and path.
And yes, I do pn to do a heist or something with Silost likely. I saw someone suggest Stillwater breakout ;)
Ofc still depe on how the story ends up flowing.
Oh, yh, as an off-brand treat or tease, i had these written down awhile ago but never acted on them for other dives into Ruerra. s or anything, or even 2nd g grammar, just first drafts that were never acted upon
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Panting heavily, [Bnk] angrily shouts as he drives his forehead into a man's he cartige lets out a siing crackle as the man stumbles backward, swinging his bde wildly.
He ducks under with wide steps, driving his fist up and snapping his arm. The bde falls from the man's grasp and [bnk] grabs it, twisting it and ly lopping off the man's head.
The crowd's cheers roar out in eager bloodlust. His gaze rises, heart beating with adrenaline. Just a few months ago he had finished his martial arts training a home to rest. When he woke up, he thought it was all a dream, and began living it as such.
But when he didn't wake up, the uling realization of all the people he mutited and butched settled in.
Yet he didn't feel terrible. In fact, he relished in this feeling. This appuse, the roar of the crowd, the adrenaline from the fight!
And he khis world to some degree. His eyes shifted to a figure resting fortably, yet bored in the shadows of the stands.
Draven, intrigued, yet bored.
The dance resumes.
A bde skids across the back of his bde as he sidesteps. He grabs his oppo's hand that firmly grips the bde, and the oppories to break free with vicious jerks, but is met with the pummel to his as [bnk] drives it up and in.
"Geh- AGH!" Blood sprays as he twists the bde and rips open the gdiator's body in a diagonal cut before spartan kig him back to the floor.
Wzzt
Instinctively he turns and wildly swings his bde, catg a flying spear just in time as his body twists. The spear embeds itself in the ground as a man with iron gaus charges forward with a frenzied war cry.
Draven, from his seat with dies surrounding him, looks down with intrigue growing. A bde twirls on his finger before smming into the wood, a sinister smile f on his face.
"This looks like it could be fun!"
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A might roar shakes the snowy mountain peaks as lightning shatters stone. Snow falls, and a deadly avanche desds upon a pass in the Freljord.
When it all settles, and the world falls silence, Volibear's mighty figure looms on the horizon with lightning sparkling and thunder r.
Below him is a [man/child] unscious. A fn being that fell from the skies and triggered his instinctive battle reflex.
And in the far distance, with the help of his god-eyes, a tribe frantically moving in the distance.
Intrigued, Volibear knows this creature is not of this nd. His st is that of a weakling, the heart of a coward, but a familiar power resides in the [child/man] too.
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In the farthest reaches of the north, a creature t taller than skyscrapers roams. Its figure is a twisted monolith of corpses. Hands jut out, faces with screams etched into them, disfigured limbs.
It resembles that between a giraph and an abomination. The head, which highlights its fn nature in the freljlows with an eerie violet energy.
Suddenly, a bright fsh of light violet rays.
"AAAAA!"
A man falls from the eye of the creature, nding in the snow with a heavy thump. Somehow he lives, shaking his head in a fused state of mind.
This state of mind is only brief. The sudden impact, and the shock of the cold, bring him immediately to his senses.
"What the fu- WHAT THE FUCK?!" he starts then screams as his gaze rises, met with a horrified pain filled fa the side of a creature. Distorted hands reach out from the creature's leg, aumbles ba a panic.
Every breath is frosty, and his exposed skin is already starting to ache.
"SHIT!" Adrenalis in however as his gaze tio rise as with this abomination's fshing violet eye. Ahat screams that it lost something important, and wants to recim it.
It's foot reaches out, hands from the bottom reag out with low screams, and the petrified man starts to run.
He runs, and runs desperately. But his feet sink into the deep snow, and every step of this creature caught up with dozens of his.
In the far distance, as the blizzard around him starts to clear in a strange manner, a boat with an old man e into view.
"Holy shit, yeh crazy bastard!" He shouts. "Who- get the fuck away!"
The old sailor's eyes fearfully rise to the abomination sloroag, its head looming above the unnatural blizzard at its feet, but also on this strange man approag in jeans, a shirt, and shoes.
