confessions of a warwrick

We're drinking by the tavern,
a yet again victory with my fellow mates

"My grizzly fur that brushes against the wind,
when i'm chasing down in the league,
fearless, as they claim.
but stupidity bought me nothing but shame.

The cursed concoction conjured by my brother,
only made me look unlike no other,
that missing ingredient that i seek,
the heart of a celestial being completes the trick

Trekking down from shadow isles,
the silver i'd gotten with the help of elves,
trapping down the dire wolf,
from which it fangs that i cut loose,
left the hearts of the celestial beings
my eyes was almost beaming

chasing down the child of the stars
in it's heart i would put it in my silver jar
silenced by the child and drove away,
fuming with anger and exhilarating dismay

i clenched my fist and demanded the potion,

The Chemist looked and me and then to his unfinished concoction,

moving towards him, i'd unleash my beast from within,

grabbing the potion and taking it all in

i felt the immerse heat & fell onto the floor

i know i wasn't human anymore...

Back on my feet, after my baneful treat

I looked at the petrified chemist, sighed and retreat

As guilty i know he is, it's rage who consumed me

Silenced, just like a fleeting dream

Ready to take down anyone who stands between me,

i even took down the innocent manatee

Trekking down the heart of the beast, 

There, i sharpens my claws and prepare for the feast..."

Another round please ask the Blood Hunter,

clinging beer and lowering into a whisper, 

i heard, there's another celestial being in runeterra, isn't it?

amongst the table he ask.

Yes said the Spirit Walker, and all hushed within

"Ao Shin.."

the support

i looked lazily at my watch while my other hand stirred the summoning orb in my pocket.
C & I walked out of the summoner's room and slumped right onto the couch in the lobby.
It was the wee hours in the morning, and the institute of war is still alive, maybe alittle less.

there're stories of people who lost their souls in the league,
people who go into endless game, trying to seek power from the cup,
my heated hands from all the summoning,

"10 over games today, what have we done?'

---

i walked out to the river,
no longer were the sound of the hooves makes my blood gush anymore.
the hooved entity that ride with me, trampling everyone else.

there wasn't any hesitation when i bought her with my influence point.
the familiar beep when you unlocked a right to use the champion.
i bought her right into the big games,
tidal waves that scorn foes,
little did i know my league story would have this little twist.

a support,
vision, protect, engage,
map dominance is my thing as i protect the objectives.
a tedious job, i would say.
i never see this coming.

i made many new friends
the little girl who plays with butterflies,
and the chain warden who's obsessed with souls

---

i'm at the river when i looked her in the eyes.
her half body surfacing at the water shines as the moonlight fell into her.

her story isn't at all complete, just as mine.
searching for the moonstone, she is very much stuck in the league, while waiting for answers.
maybe that's how our fate entwined.

"good night" she whispered,
moving closer to me i felt her ice cold lips touched my forehead
and she moved back and smiled..
i felt myself floating into oblivion as a bubble materialized,

i floated & i watched one last time as the scaly figure flipped,
dive head into the calm waters.
as her tail submerged, i fall onto the ground as the bubble popped.

we'll meet again.

league story

"Not leaving R..?"

i shake my head weakly which laid on my hand on the table,

while my other played with my summoner's orb, twirling the beautiful crystal ball which went through thick and thin with me.

My eyes gazed upon the reflections of the orb, rolling to, and forth echoing the sound against the great oak table throughout the institute of war. People come, people go, but why do i still stay?

I start rolling and catching my orb, oblivious to the massive groups of summoners, going in and out of the institute of war, some in tears, some in the heat of the angry.

"pst, those who dont live by the code will be exile one day"

i felt a pat on my shoulders and i lazily looked up,

only to find the face of my comrade shaking me.

"you alright?"

"still going for another round?"

"nah, i'm good here", i return my gaze to my orb, and as if he understood, he leave me be.

Perhaps which is why i still stay at the league.

It could take my pain away.

for that few moments when my mind could only transfixed onto the magical screens and i put pain at the back of my head.

Where i numb myself and my yells cushion the pain.

But yet the ghost couldn't be slain,

not now,

not ever.

so i'm just a boy trapped in the league.

So what do i seek?

i travel throughout the vast lands, braved through the howling abyss, 

i'd meet lots of people, summoners who shared different ideal, 

guild mates whose chatter drones on while i looked out at the window of the wine tavern.

I strolled out into the vine yard,  sliding my orb into my robe. 

Pacing around, occasionally kicking the snow, I looked up to the skies of twilight, 

wondering if you're also underneath.

Where ever you are, the one i seek.

come to me, 

and take me away from the league.

life of a summoner

i looked back at the days in my league.
with a heavy heart,
i dragged my feet about the institute of war,
hesitant...
it'd all been too much for me,
riding on the league curve alone out of late,
and it's mostly on the down side,
slowly, my comrades left, one by one, leaving the league,
but i'm still here, always on the prowl for the perfect team,
which i guess, can never be found.
why cant i leave this place?
a place where i was acknowledge,
praise for my skills,
my wisdom,
conjuring strategy,
i didnt know i can be a mentor,
a leader.

it was all thanks to the league,
where i found myself.

it all begin afew years back,
when i'm still contemplating to try out both the Newerth and the League,
and it was during one of the chinese new year, when it was introduce to me by my couz.
i begin with the songstress, and little did i know that i'm bad with strings,
we all play in the NA server, before i succumbed to addiction of the league,
playing alone,
and there i found my perfect team.
He's a philosopher, another one is the Engineer, and i'm the Asian.
we're one fucking hell of a tripod.
& from there i discovered my gift of being a DPS.
we were quite very close to playing competitive, when the new proxy barrier shut us down.
i then submitted to my fate and went back to SG,
it is however, bad...

leavers,
barbarians,
ragers.
it was so bad that i wanted to quit.
we rally together, my couz and afew friends,
and we're back up again.
i got my rune page, i play through different champions,
i discovered my talent for hecarim,
my fingers could actually danced swiftly during engage,
my fingers waltz effortlessly with leblanc and ahri, taking down whoever near me.

& of course,
the league curve.
the good days and the bad days.
the days you can win, and it's so hard to lose,
and the days when loss is inevitable.
5 hours down 6 games, and nothing changed.
it's as if the odds are against you.
so i survive some set backs here and there,
but at least i wasn't alone.

We played regularly,
daily, weekly,
we had a home ground LAN shop,
we shouted like crazy,
battle cries,
vulgarities,
defeats that makes us leave with our heads bowed down.
but that was all history.

Looking at my summoning orb,
the reflections of my comrades slowly fade away,
i can only see myself.
i'm all alone,
addiction, emptiness,
time wasting.
sigh.
this addiction is pulling me down.
like a fucking drug

was really contemplating,
and i decided to cut down. (REALLY CUT DOWN)
i know i'll have to eventually leave the league one day.
this is no fairy tail,
and all students have to graduate,
and all summoners have to eventually leave.

goodbye halcyon days.