Since the dawn of
the Third Age, followers of Noxus have fought for dominance over the other
nations with the idea that their god will give them the power to defeat their
foes. The Noxus armies have been at war for the past twelve years. The first
Noxus hoards reached the Ionian borders in the eleventh year. Since then, two
of the thirteen great cities of Ionia have fallen. Striking for the heart of
Ionia, the Noxus hoards launched a full-scale siege against the capital city,
deep in the Ionian lands. Slowly, the Ionian forces have fought a losing battle
against the near endless flood of Noxus followers. Now Ionia stands of the
brink of destruction as the city's defenses weaken.
once white and silver streets of
Ionia ran crimson with blood. The black and green clouds overhead glowed with
the fires in the city. Irelia, captain of the Ionian guard and daughter of
Master Lito, stood in the war tent as the cries of war raged just a small
distance away. The Noxus invasion had been going on for nine days and the
Ionian forces were close to defeat. Irelia's thoughts of the war snapped into
focus as she addressed the war council.
"My lords, we have Noxus
forces closing in on three fronts. Our forces are greatly outnumbered and many
of our troops are disheartened and ready to flee. I suggest we pull our forces
back to the Placidium. We have lost the outer districts, but we can hold them
in a bottleneck at the Placidium."
Irelia waited as her idea sank into the minds of the
council. A tall gray man stood from his makeshift seat and wiped blood from a
wound above his eye.
"Irelia, I agree that we cannot hold the outer city, but
we must hold Ionia until your brother Zelos returns with his company to
counterstrike these Noxus pigs."
"This we can do without losing thousands more by making a
tactical retreat from the lower outer city to the upper Placidium," said
"Captain, do as you see
fit. Understand, that if we pull our forces to a bottleneck at the Placidium
and we fail to hold our position then Noxus will overrun Ionia and we will all
die," said an elderly woman with a white and black robe leaning on the support
post of the tent.
Irelia considered what she
had said and replied saying, "It must be done. Contact the other captains and
tell them to pull back."
Irelia bowed to the elder
council and quickly exited the tent. She passed by the wounded tents and spoke
words of encouragement to the healers that she passed. It was only a few
minutes till Irelia reached the Placidium where she could view the battle
against the Noxus hoards. A deep chanting erupted from underneath the ground
where Irelia stood. The message of retreat was being magically communicated
with every warrior in an instant along with orders for individual captains and
companies. A small sapphire crystal floated past Irelia's left ear as a high
mage began constructing crystal walls for their final stand.
Within the hour, the
defenses had been constructed and a majority of the Ionian forces had made it past
the twenty foot high crystal gate. Irelia was resting after a skirmish against
a small band of Noxus assassins, dressed as Ionian phalanx, tried to pass
through the gate. A sudden shake of her shoulder brought Irelia to her feat
with a dagger in her hand in fear of attack. Soraka hastily stepped back from
"It is I. stay your blade!" commanded Soraka.
Irelia shealthed her dagger, "I apologize. I have not
been sleeping well while my dreams are invaded by evil dreams of death. What
have you awoken me for?"
"A forerunner scout passed through the gate with three
arrows through his back and other severe injuries. He came from the northern
side of the city where the retreat has been most difficult. He said he was from
the Dragon Company and that they are one of the last standing companies in the
northern city, but are being chased by powerful enemies. I am no fighter, but
it would be in our best interest to send out a party to assist the Dragons as
well as the scattered companies that the Dragon Company now defends." Said
"I shall assemble the vanguard to hold the gate," said
Irelia. "Bring me 100 able bodied warriors, 40 archers, and at least one of the
high mages. Have them rally here within the hour, prepared for both marching
and battle. Your skills would also give us an edge against any Noxus servants
we met, but I will leave that choice up to you."
Soraka quickly said, "I will come. I will gather as many
as I can find and will be at the gate in ten minutes."
Soraka raised her golden staff topped with a crescent moon
and sent a blast of golden light into the sky. Irelia jogged to the gate and
told the captain at the gate to gather what troops he could find that could
still fight and hold until she returned back through the gate. Irelia drew her
Hitten blade from its sheath on her back. Its four blades identically beautiful
blades connected to a sphere of red metal that incases the wielder's hand fit
perfectly as she slipped her slim fingers of her right hand into the orb. Heaving
the heavy blades into the air she experimentally spun the four blades around
the diameter of the orb like a fan and squeezed the inside of the ball and the
blades instantly locked into place with a metallic click. Now Irelia felt ready
As Irelia left the gate with her small band of fighters
she saw the damage the Noxus armies had done. Once beautiful silver and red
towers were now broken along the roads. The grand square that held venders of
fruits, cheese, beef, and rare exotic meats from other countries in Runeterra
was now home to thousands of corpses. The Ionians left next to their fallen
comrades and enemies both; nothing more than food for the thousands of large,
gray, tainted sewer rats that were the symbol of the Noxus Rat Hoard that had
passed this way.
They heard the Dragon Company before they could see them.
The stench of blood was overpowering and the clang of metal on metal could be
heard well before they crested the hill to see the Dragons fighting desperately
against a powerful necromancer and at least a thousand undead warriors in
various stages of decomposition. Irelia's heart quickened and her mind
sharpened as she shouted out, "For Ionia!"
Irelia left her company as she sprinted down the hill to
meet the battle. Dodging a sweeping blow from an Ionian soldier she sliced his
arm off and then noticed that his weapon had been his other arm.
"I shall face this necromancer." She breathed as she put
another of her allies back into eternal slumber. Irelia surged forward,
clearing a path toward the tall hooded figure who stood amidst the strongest of
the undead creatures. His raspy voice could be heard across the field as he
called out his challenge.
"You are foolish to face me! How could one so young ever
hope to defeat one who is already dead?"
Irelia made her final blade dance around two of the
largest undead and vaulted into the air, spinning her blades to make her strike
harder to block, and slashed diagonally across the body of the tall man's dark
robe. As her blade sliced through the ribs of the sorcerer like butter she knew
she had won. Once the sorcerer died, all the souls inhabiting the dead would
return to the other side and the fighting would cease, but the souls did not
fade and the fighting continued. A slow evil laugh echoed out of the dark hood
of the sorcerer and, faster than Irelia would have thought possible, struck her
across the chest with a blast of dark magic.
"Behold! Your champion falls and will soon rise again to
serve me." The sorcerer shouted to the now faltering Ionian warriors.
Meanwhile, Soraka knelt next to the fading Irelia as the
dark curse sapped the color from Irelia's skin.
"Transcend the darkness Irelia!" Soraka cried. And with
those words Soraka drew upon her wish of the stars. A flash split the dark
skies overhead and pure starlight rained down on the battlefield. The undead
screamed as their flesh burned in the holy rays and Soraka sealed the fading
soul of Irelia into the Hitten blades that had fallen by her side. Irelia's
eyes slid open, glowing with silver light, and her skin was no longer tainted
with the dark plague. Rising to her feet, Irelia reached for her quadruple
blades, but the blades knew her will and levitated to her hand, stopping inches
before her outstretched palm. Irelia's voice cried out, "Death cannot stop the
will of the blades!"
The dark mage watched as the starlight revived the fallen
champion. Bewilderment filled his mind as he considered the child standing
beside the Ionian woman. Bewilderment changed to fear as the Ionian captain
split his forward ranks with her strange star point blades. With a strike of
his staff, the necromancer raised a pack of dire wolves to stop the charging
warrior. A blast of wind erupted from the center of the field and the sorcerer
stumbled backward. As he steadied himself with the butt of his staff the first
blade struck his arm.
Irelia's hands never touched her blades, but the sphere
of four blades danced around her, slashing down the last and largest of the
black ghostly wolves. Filled with fury, she willed her blades to destroy the
smug Noxus champion. The orb of blades separated and, with all her might,
Irelia hurled her toward the cloaked villain. The first blade caught him in the
arm, the next his shoulder, then thigh, and finally point first into his chest.
Irelia reached the dying magician as he fell to his knees, her blade holding
him up from the ground. A thought sent the blade through the rest of the body
and the entire battle field stopped as all the undead monsters fell in unison
with the crumbling body of their master. Irelia reassembled her blades back
into their original form and she staggered back to her company, entirely
"Captain at the Gate! Captain Irelia has returned! The
Dragon Company is with her!" cried the watchman in the highest of the crystal
The guards scrambled to open the gate for their captain
and comrades. The noise of the gate increased as the healers swarmed the gate, relieving
many of the soldiers of their wounded companions. Irelia leaned heavily on the
shoulder of Soraka as she passed through the gate and made her way to the
command tent to report. As she stumbled through the tent flap she was greeted
by cheers and merry faces. The first to greet her was her long awaited brother,
Zelos embraced his little sister, held her at arm's reach
and said, "My sister Irelia! I have heard bold tales of your deeds while I have
been away and now I believe you have another to share with us, but first you
will want to hear of the news I have brought to the elders."
Zelos paused for dramatic effect before turning to the
elders and continuing.
"While I have been gone for many weeks it has not been in
vain. I have found many allies during my travels. Even as we speak, a
grandmaster swordsmen leads an army of five thousand strong against the rear
left flank of the Noxus armies. Along with him, a Demacian commander and his
king sallied forth from their strongholds to assist our plight. As I returned
home, I met a ferocious predator in the deep forests and promised him whatever
he wished of our kingdom if he would slay any Noxus forces in or near his
forest. He said he would hold me to my word and that he would slay any prey he
came upon in his trees. We have won! This siege is over and Noxus must retreat
or face utter destruction from their flanks."
Irelia heard this wonderful news and wondered at the cost
of her actions. Soraka had saved her, but at a price she did not know. All eyes
turned to her as she realized it was her turn to report.
"Our troops fought bravely against a powerful necromancer,
Soraka saved all of our lives and brought me back from certain death, and I
managed to defeat their champion." Irelia stopped speaking and the council
broke into cheers again before she could say that she was now bound to her
blades or describe anything else of the battle.
For the best perhaps, Irelia thought to herself and she
let herself be swept into the festivity of the council at the news of their
victory and of their future peace in the land.