Gui Moura

ACT II- RENEKTON

ARTIST:Guilherme Moura PAGE: https://www.behance.net/guilherme-moura

“Renekton was of middling years, a grizzled and battle-scarred veteran, when word reached him that his brother was close to death. He raced back to the capital to find Nasus a pale shadow of his former self, having been struck down by a debilitating wasting malady. The sickness was incurable, similar to the rotting curse said to have cut down an entire noble line in antiquity.

Nevertheless, Nasus’s greatness was recognized by one and all. As well as being a highly decorated general, he curated the great library of Shurima, and penned many of the finest literary works in the empire. The priesthood proclaimed it to be the sun’s will that he undertake the Ascension ritual.

The whole city gathered to witness the holy rite, but the tragic illness had taken a terrible toll, and Nasus no longer had the strength to scale the stairs to the Ascension dais. In the ultimate act of self-sacrifice and love, Renekton lifted his brother in his arms, and climbed the final steps, fully expecting to be obliterated in the process by the holy energies of the sun disc. He deemed his sacrifice a small thing to ensure that his brother would live on. He was just a warrior, after all, albeit a talented one, while his brother was a peerless scholar, thinker and general. Renekton knew that Shurima would need Nasus in the years to come. ”

ACT II TARIC

ARTIST: Guilherme Moura PAGE:https://www.behance.net/guilherme-moura

“Eventually, even his former friend could no longer protect him, and Taric’s military career started to crumble. Demotion after demotion pushed Taric further from Demacia’s heart, until, at last, he found himself commanding a small squad of lowly recruits assigned to guard an inconsequential ruined fortress out in the borderland wilds. After weeks spent standing in the rain and mud as ordered, and with no threat evident, Taric decided to let his men sleep while he wandered to a nearby temple to take in its cyclopean architecture.

As morning lit up the temple’s overgrown cloisters, Taric finally decided to head back and check on his men. He was greeted by a scene of carnage. His troops had been butchered in their sleep, their corpses bearing the jagged hallmarks of the Void’s monstrous predators.”

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ATO II

“Eventualmente, seu antigo amigo não pode mais protegê-lo, e a carreira militar de Taric começou a desmoronar. Rebaixamento após rebaixamento levaram-no cada vez mais longe do coração de Demacia até que, por fim, ele se viu comandando um pequeno esquadrão de recrutas fracos, ordenados a proteger uma fortaleza inútil e demolida nos limites do ermo. Após semanas sob a chuva e em meio à lama, conforme ordenado e sem qualquer ameaça visível, Taric decidiu deixar seus homens descansar e caminhou até um templo próximo para aprender sobre esta obra ciclopeana de arquitetura.

Conforme iluminava a nova manhã o claustro do templo, Taric decidiu voltar e conferir seu esquadrão. Ele foi recebido por um cenário de carnificina. As tropas foram assassinadas enquanto dormiam. Seus cadáveres exibiam feridas dos monstros predadores do Vazio.”