Arcane: Placebo

The Sinister Blade

A/N: welp, here you have it. The last addition to this book, and arguably the most requested tale

The one where: In hopes of improving his skills, Y/N travels to Noxus

Featuring: Y/N, Katarina

Happens around: Before Act 2

Here we go, one last time!

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(1/3)

Times were changing

Understatement of the fucking century

It took only one night for you to lose almost everything. Your family, your home, even your voice was gone

Fate decided to give you a second chance, but not before having a little bit of fun with you

It took you years to get a semblance of your memory back, but once you did, there would be hell to pay to the man who took it all away

This quest led you beyond the walls of the place you lived in, and the cold breeze combined with the smell of burning wood that vastly differed from Piltover's, and especially the Lanes'

The steam and smoke you saw weren't from a marvelous contraption being developed, but rather, from structures long consumed by the raging fire set by the conquerors

You wore a somewhat tattered cloak while you rode a horse into a place you had never seen before, but at the same time was, unmistakably, your destination, and the last stop in your journey

Roads of dark stone and crimson red flags welcomed you into this new city, followed by the heavily armored guards that let you through after deeming you as not a threat. Colossal walls welcomed you to the city

To think this place's defenses ended in the exterior walls was a foolish mistake, one that you'd come to discover upon entering this place.

Every single building was made to be highly defensible as if to stop an invading army at any corner. Red banners with symbols foreign to you hung loosely in some of the structures, easily being the highlight of these gray constructions, which seemed to have been assembled on top of older buildings, highlighted only by the setting sun

The lighting source seemed to be a mix of fire and lanterns, giving it a sinister feeling, one that instinctively made you reach for the rapier hanging from your belt. A gift, from a skilled duelist

Nature itself seemed to fear growing in this place, as nothing but concrete and metal could be seen, some reached impressive heights in the form of these giant towers, to the colosseum that roared with the crowd's excitement as you walked near

The tales you've heard across Valoran from this place were right. The entire society seemed to thrive off of conflict, and you came to see it firsthand when right behind you the window shattered, but the two men that caused this didn't even flinch, but rather, continued their quarrel

When you peeked, you found the place from where these men jumped out. It was a bar, and while some of the clients cheered on their friends, many others paid little attention and kept drinking, dancing, or chatting amongst themselves

The sight of it gave you an odd feeling of nostalgia. Maybe you could visit it later

Understandably, everyone you came across couldn't help but stare at you. Having been wandering for two years now certainly took away the pristine Piltovan appearance in favor of something much simpler and practical. Your hair was longer too, unkept, and the cloak you wore helped to cover the voice box you needed to speak