<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://pre14.deviantart.net/886c/th/pre/i/2013/222/c/b/the_might_of_demacia_by_juhaihai-d6hhzhu.png)</div><strong>Champion:</strong>Garen Crownguard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245477.msg12133012#msg12133012)<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Demacia<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Fighter, Tank<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Melee<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Mars 13, 7116 A.R.W. (After the Rune War) 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Capital - Library of the College of Magic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The sun was shining, the weather was warm and much cooler in the shade. Seagulls squeaked overhead, swirling in the blue sky like feathers hundreds of feet above the blue dome roofs of the towering marble structures that made up the white shining city of light that was Demacia. The capital was bustling with citizens rushing to purchase the latest spring harvests from the merchants. The library of the College of Magic was undergoing construction to expand its walls, and several onlookers were mysteriously drawn to such a mundane sight.<br/><br/>There was something about the construction that had a gaggle of young women standing around whispering and giggling, while a few men stopped to marvel. Amidst the blocks of marble and concrete was a man that none would expect to reduce himself to the status of a mere artisan.<br/><br/>His hair was dark and feathered, and his brow was slick with sweat. He grasped the arms of a wooden cart that was stacked with blocks, and with a determined gleam in his blue eyes, he lurched forward baring his teeth as he lifted the cart on its two wheels and started tugging it up a wooden ramp where two astounded builders stood watching.<br/><br/>“He’s so strong!” a woman swooned.<br/><br/>“Is that Crownguard?” a man asked.<br/><br/>Garen Crownguard was The Might of Demacia, the Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard, and he was pulling a cart like a mule, wearing commoners’ clothes and not his blue, silver, and gold armor that he was most renowned for. He pulled the cart the rest of the way up the ramp and the two builders received it as he straightened with a relieved sigh, a hand stroking some sweat from his brow.<br/><br/>“Thank you, Sir Crownguard. We may finish this section before sunset at this pace,” said the builders.<br/><br/>The captain smiled, grasping the collar of his white tunic to fan some cool air beneath his shirt. “It pleases me to be able to lend a hand to this city every now and then.”<br/><br/>“You already do enough, Sir. Because of you, the banner still waves true.”<br/><br/>“You are kind, but I am but one man and it takes an army to defend this nation. It is because of our people and their belief in hope and this country that the banner still waves.”<br/><br/>“Aye, Sir.”<br/><br/><em>Sir Garen!</em><br/><br/>Garen glanced down from the platform at a young boy dotting a wooden sword. He was a little blonde-headed child with green eyes, a green tunic and brown trousers.<br/><br/>“Sir Garen, I think I’ve mastered your trick!” the boy said excitedly.<br/><br/>Garen grinned and slapping his hands upon the rail, he effortlessly vaulted over, swinging his legs over it to plunge down to the street. He landed in a crouch and strode over to the boy who was placing his wooden sword on the ground.<br/><br/>“Watch me!”<br/><br/>Resting his hands upon the stone street, he raised his hips and quickly kicked up into a handstand. His tunic tumbled down into his armpits as he stood there balancing on his hands and slowly started to raise one of them.<br/><br/>The bystanders cheered and applauded the boy, laughing and muttering how cute he was.<br/><br/>“See!”<br/><br/>“Not bad. Once your arms get a little stronger, then you’ll be able to do this!”<br/><br/>Garen bent over and rested his own hands on the ground and kicked up into a handstand. His cotton tunic tumbled down his stomach, giving the several women that started to quickly gather more than an eye-full of the muscles that lined his abdomen.<br/><br/>“Whose boy is that? I want to go bake her a pie,” said a woman giggling flirtatiously.<br/><br/>“Please don’t make him stop. Let him do it a little longer,” whispered another woman.<br/><br/>Extending his arm, Garen’s weight was balanced on his other one and his arm started to bend at the elbow lowering his head until it was inches from touching the street before it flexed back out in a single-handed push-up.<br/><br/>“Wow!” the boy exclaimed.<br/><br/>Garen grinned cheesily at the boy’s astonished reaction and performed a few more push-ups that got the crowd clapping in awe.</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://s.lolstatic.com/site/poppy-comic/48db8f2fc3e25e69183fe0cf86b71b54281a9312/issue/02/pages/en_US/8/8_1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Meanwhile…At the borders of Jandelle, a sentry spots a Crag Beast!</strong><br/><br/>“Hey! Norman, wake up!”<br/><br/>The guard kicked his buddy as he slept on a pile of hay. The other guard stirred but didn’t budge from his curled up position.<br/><br/>“Whadd’ya want?” he grumbled.<br/><br/>Peering back through the binoculars, the guard spotted a large gray rock, or an elephant…did they even have elephants down here?<br/><br/>“I think…I think that’s a Crag Beast comin’ our way.”<br/><br/>Norman frowned. “There aren’t any Crag Beasts ‘round here. They stick to the woods.”<br/><br/>The guard continued to watch the beast through his binoculars. The beast seemed to have stopped and was standing in the bright yellow field flaring its nostrils as ropes of drool dripped from its teeth and tusks. Blue flames sparked from its eyes that gazed upon the settlement in the distance. It could smell the perfume of sweet fruit pies and it could see the smoke stacks of several chimneys and the birds that circled overhead. The beast was starving, and lately, there have been a surplus of hunters in the woods driving all of its food away.<br/><br/>The Crag Beast pounded its massive boulder-like fists into the ground and its peaked, mountainous body inflated as it inhaled deeply before spreading its jaws, flexing its throat, and bellowing a cry that sounded like a great war horn. (https://youtu.be/ZWZJ-hCRUos)<br/><br/>Norman sat up in a start at the noise and instantly, the people of <strong>Jandelle</strong> froze and fell silent. “What the bloody hell woz that?”<br/><br/>Slowly lowering the binoculars in dread, the guard replied, “It’s a Crag Beast…”<br/><br/>He then screamed over to the other tower: “CRAG BEAST!”<br/><br/>Horns started to blare in warning, sending the residents into chaos as they scrambled for shelter. Children were separated from their mothers in the explosion of disorder and stood around crying in fear.<br/><br/>The charge of the Crag Beast was like the stampede of a hundred horses. It galloped toward the small town, its fists and feet hammering the earth and its head pumping in preparation to ram right through its massive gates!</span>