Ezreal stepped off the summoning platform, into the cool, breezy air of Summoners Rift. Alongside him were his 4 allies: Jax, Fizz, Dr. Mundo, and Thresh. They all approached the shop containing Runeterra's finest weapons.
"What would you like, champion?" asked the shopkeeper in a monotone voice.
"A Dorans and a potion of health. And a scrying orb."
"475, if you will."
As Ezreal paid the shopkeeper, he and Thresh set out eastward along a small forest path. As they walked, there was a sudden explosion and a pillar of flame shot upward near the middle of the rift. They could faintly hear a whirling sound, followed by several thuds. Ezreal and Thresh ran, dodging in and out of brush, to the middle. There they saw Jax standing over the body of Brand. A monotone female voice, that seemed to come from the sky, stated "First Blood."
He leaned against a pine, and took a shot from a flask made from crystal. Jax shoved his newly-acquired gold into his pocket and spun. Right where he was standing a spear thudded into the thick trunk of the pine. Standing near them on the middle of the path was a large warrior, holding a spear and a wide circular shield. Ezreal fired a shot of mystic energy at the warrior. He held up his shield and laughed. The warrior, known as Pantheon, had no humor when a well-thrown hook from Thresh pulled him under the stone tower on the side of the path. A blinding blue light arced at Pantheon and he fell still. Thresh approached the body and looted the money. He also took a small orb of light, that seemed to move on the inside.
"Yes, this one will do nicely. The first soul is always special, yes it is." cackled Thresh.