Chapter 7 - Champions change and the League assembles.

Lying unconscious in the middle of his floor was a naked woman. Her blond hair was tied back in a bun, but bangs were left to frame her face. A tiny waist, perfectly formed D cup breasts and legs like a goddess, almost if they had been built to be flawless. 

 And above the unconscious woman, a large ball of clockwork anxiously darted about, giving off the impression of the same fright and confusion that Sora was feeling. Sora knew from experience that getting to Orianna was useless right now. The ball would simply stop him. So he started on rousing Ahri. By sticking his cock in her mouth. That woke her up. She happily sucked on it for a few seconds, still in that state of not-quite-awake, not-quite-asleep. Until it all came flooding back.  She gagged on Sora's manhood in shock, before pushing him away and jumping to her feet. "Did she!" She cried, falling silent at the sight of the naked and very human Orianna lying on the floor.  She was silent for a long time. Just staring at Orianna. And then all at once, her strength left her and she crumpled.  Sora was quick enough to catch her before she hit the floor. He felt something warm and wet splash against his arm, and he realized that Ahri was crying. Bawling her eyes out in fact. He was shocked. He had never seen any of the other champions break down like this. "Ahri. What just happened?" He asked. 
 "Ruined. All ruined!" She gasped between wracking sobs. "All the work I've put in here at the League. All the times I've killed, all the people I fucked. Everything was working up to this. And she just... waltzes in and takes it all away!"
 "Wait, what!" Sora said "That ball. That's what I was storing all of the energy I've taken from every source at my disposal. The life forces of those I killed before I came to the League, the essence of every single being I've had sex with. All of it was stored in that ball.

And I had JUST gotten enough. Enough human energy to make myself a True human! Not just this not-quite abomination!"

 She started crying even harder now. Sora had no idea how to respond, so he just hugged her as she shook with tears. Five minutes later they heard the door to the apartment open and slam shut. "Sora!" Riku's voice yelled. "Sora! Bad news! Where are you!"

 "In the bedroom." Sora called back. 
"Figures. Well I hate to blue ball you... Wait is that crying?" Riku rushed into the room, only to stop dead at the sight of the crying Fox-girl and Orianna lying in the middle.
"What happened.. You know what, as weird as it is, we don't have time for this. The high summoners have called a full audience. Everyone. Even to the point of teleporting in all the
champions and summoners who weren't in residence. Ezreal was in the shower when the summon came." Riku sniggered to himself. "Audience is in ten. Whats the plan?" He asked. 

"You get Orianna. Just place her on my bed for now. I'll deal with her when we get back. I'm going to get Ahri to her room." Sora said, pulling Ahri to her feet. 

"You mishear me? They want Everyone." Riku said. "Well I'll make the excuses. These two are in no fit state to be there no matter what they want to say. Belive me. Ill see you there in five." Sora said. He lifted Ahri into his arms and strode out of the room. 

After settling the still bawling Ahri back into her rooms, Sora met Riku outside the main summoner's main meeting room. They nodded to each other quickly, and passed through the
doors. 

The Institute of War's main meeting room was an amazing place. It was magiked to be as large or as small as it was required to be. Right then it towered above the two other-worlders and carried on for quite some distance in front of them.  The circular room slanted downwards towards the area where the three High Summoners were curently standing. Seats circled the room in several tiers, and for a full Institute meeting were separated thusly. Champions were seated closest to the bottom, as there were fewest of them and they were the ones most likley to be dealing with the problem at hand with
sword and spell. 

Behind them sat the summoners themselves, then the dignitaries of various factions and lastly the various administrators and servants that kept the Institute running on a daily basis. Champions had pre-arranged seating by city-state or affiliation. Champions like Swain, Katarina, Talon and the like were sat on one side. The champions from Demacia were seated on the exact opposite side.
Champions from Zuan and Piltover were also seated such. In between the warring states sat representatives of the various either neutral or unaffiliated factions, such as Nasus, Annie, the Shadow Isles Representatives and the two Keyblade wielders. Most of which, sat next to the Noxians.

It was hard to find a group of people that the Noxians hadn't pissed off on the planet. The simple reason being for the seating plan was the further the distance between two people willing to violently disagree at the drop of a hat the better.  High Summoner Mandrake stood in the middle of the room. Upon seeing Sora and Riku enter she nodded. "Excellent. You two arrived. Now we are just waiting on the Nine-Tailed Fox and the Lady of Clockwork to get here and we should be able to begin." She said.  Sora shook his head as he reached his assigned seat. "I'm sorry High summoner. But they will not be attending." He said. "What possible reason could they have to reject a full summon?" Mandrake asked, incredulity dripping from her voice.  "Well. Lets say 'The Lady of Clockwork' isn't such an apt title anymore and she kinda... Broke Ahri." Sora explained. "I'll explain in detail to you personaly later on. But they are as unable to attend right now as Brand or Nocturne." 

 Mandrake raised her arms for quiet as an unsettled murmuring ran through the hall. The champions stayed silent. They knew they would find out eventually. "Very well. As High Summoner of the League of Legends I hereby call this meeting to order. Kassadin. If you would?" Mandrake said as she and the other members of the High Council moved aside. 

 Kassadin simply vanished from his seat, only to appear in the center of the room an instant later. 

 "Champions. Administrators  Members of the League. I bring grave news." He said. His breathing mask made his voice sound like he was speaking from underwater, or as if something was blocking the sound. "Now as we all know, the two champions Sora and Riku recently arrived from another dimension. Their unexpected summoning didn't come without its own share of problems." He continued. 
 Sora turned to shoot a pointed look behind him at Justin, who had the decency to look embarrassed. 

 "Sora and Riku came from a realm where creatures called 'Heartless' were a major problem. Could you explain further?" He said, referring to the Outworlders.  Riku stood to answer. "Heartless are creatures of pure Darkness. Born from the Darkness of a human heart. When a human is slain their dark thoughts, angry or hurt emotions. They gather together and take physical form. Their only goal from that point on is the complete destruction of the Light." He said. 

 "Define Light." Karthas interrupted. "Clearly you do not mean the sunlight."  "Light is basically everything Good. Purity, Happiness, Love. All of these positive feelings from countless worlds within our universe. Gathered together in a place we call Kingdom Hearts." Sora supplied as he stood. 

 "Those who wield the Keyblades." Sora began. He turned to Riku and nodded. They both summoned their Keys to existence in front of them.

"Are the champions of the Light. The Heartless fear us. Because we are the only ones who can truly destroy them. To purge them of Darkness. And they will come after us wherever we are to try and end that threat." 

 Sora and Riku waited for the murmurs and whispers of the assembled crowd dissipate before Riku continued.

"Through mishap or destiny, we have ended up here, on Valoran. Our presence brings a danger. But it was a danger we were informed would be easy to deal with. High Summoner? Why was it necessary to call this meeting?" Riku asked. 
Mandrake sighed heavily before addressing the audience. "Because the false bravado of ex High Summoner Revilash is no longer in charge of the League.

 Certain members of this audience have already been informed of the danger Sora and Riku's presence brings. Revilash believed that it was a matter best borne in secrecy. To keep panic from spreading. He also believed that the danger Sora and Riku pose would be able to be handled by a select few in the higher echelon of the League's summoners. But I disagree  And as I am now High Summoner it falls to me to decide." Mandrake said.

 "What danger can possibly overcome the forces of the League of Legends? We have the best fighting men and women on the planet in one place. Surely that would be enough!" Prince Jarvan IV yelled across the room. 

 Kassadin's voice cut over the angry and cheering voices of the assembled.

"Because this danger is the Void itself!" 

 The room fell into a shocked silence in an instant. The Void was seldom referred to and even more seldom known. There were only two humans who had seen of the Void and lived on Runeterra. Malzahar and Kassadin. One was a raving lunatic. The other was only sane Most of the time. 

 "Sora and Riku's Relm of Darkness and our Void are one and the same. The Heartless and the creatures of the Void we know, beings like Cho'Gath, Kog'maw and Ka'Zix. They are all from the same plane. Now the fact that the Void is chaos incarnate and the various forces of the Void were dis unified have saved us. But now that the two Otherworlders are here, they have an perfect reason to work together to destroy Valoran. Take out the world that so frustrated them, and the only threat to the Heartless' existence in one fell swoop."  The audience was to shocked to even begin to process this fact before Kassadin continued. 

 "Not to even mention that the once in a century day that the walls between the Void and Valoran are thinnest, where they could reasonably expect an attempted breech to succeed, is less than a month away. But. But... We can prevent this from happening. If the Summoners of the league are focused on 'reinforcing the walls' so to speak, and put enough energy into maintaing the barriers between the Void and here, we can stop the forces arrayed against us." 

 "Even though the danger point is another month away, its still possible for them to break through the week preceding and following.

We will have a small portion of you summoners, overseen by Kassadin here, doing what you can to help on the first few days, before continuing to add more and more of you in rotating shifts. On the day the danger is highest, we will ALL be adding our considerable might to the task of protecting this world from utter distruction. " Mandrake said. 

 "And if we fail, the League will be our only defense  Swain, Jarvan, Irelia, Sejuani,  Ashe and Tryndamere.

I request that you start preparations to cordon off the League with your various armed forces. And keep them from killing each other. I think we can all see the need for a united effort in the coming days." Mandrake said, eyeing Swain and Jarvan the most. 

 Unexpectedly, Swain stood. He shuffled slowly down to the center of the hall until he stood at Mandrake's shoulder. Even more unexpectedly, Jarvan simply leapt down from his seat a few feet in front of the Master Tactician (Though without the typical ring of rocks).  They eyed each other for a few moments. Everyone in the hall held their breath. Then Swain spoke. 

 "I can see this danger for what it is. If Cho'gath and the like are any indication of the sheer power arrayed against this world, it is simple sense to work together  Plus, whats the point of Demacia being destroyed brick by brick if I'm not the one doing it." He said. 

 He extended his gnarled and calloused hand towards Jarvan. "Peace. For now?" He asked. 
  Jarvan eyed it for just a moment before he grasped Swain's hand, his massive digits dwarfing the Noxian general's own. "For now." He replied.     