Xayah & Rakan Contest - Winner Announcement!
As you can see, we are testing out a very new design in this thread, we plan on making all kinds of pretty designs, we hope you like it :)This is not the reason we created this post though, we are here to announce the winners of our Xayah & Rakan Contest! Once again you have overwhelmed us with the skills and effort you put into your artworks and stories, we loved all of your entries, but of course we can only reward the very best! We have chosen the 3 best artworks, as well as the top 3 stories.
Each of the 6 winners will receive 1350RP!
It could take up to a few days for the RP to arrive on your account.
If you're not one of the winners this time, don't worry, the next contest will come soon. Feel free to give us your feedback on anything you particularly liked/disliked, we strive to improve with every single project :) Here are the winners and their submissions, congratulations!
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Our wonderful folk story
Of how Vastaya came to be
Through our heroes full of glory I too, seek to be
As brave, as tough, as strong
But in my heart I fail to see
A place where I belong On a quest into town
I saw this strange display
A peacock acting like a clown
Flamboyant, to my dismay A baffoon, so indiscreet!
Though a great distraction
My heart asudden skipped a beat
Was there a sort of attraction? No, impossible, that cannot be!
I am fine without consort
"Hello darling, my dove, beauty,
Seems like you need support" In my foolish inattention
I was ambushed, should I flee?
But what's worse, not to mention,
The peacock seems to follow me "A party, what a nice surprise!"
The yellow feathered peacock smirked
He charged at them and I realize
His crazed plan has worked The ambushers, so inflamed
Only eyes on this baffoon
I grab my feathers as I aimed
And snipe them in their doom The peaclown took a bow
And gazed his eyes on me
"My dove, please allow
My presence next to thee" Not caring for reply
And too easily distracted
His name Rakan, my sweet ally
I do admit I am attracted When Raken puts up a show
You know that I am near
Rakan, they all know
But never guess when I appear A lethal team we are indeed
Even with our flaws
He fights for me and I for him
Getting closer to the cause Bonus:
"Rakan, I love you to my core
But darling do you know?
Snow, flow, glow and more
So much rhymes with tubebow"
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Or draw a picture with my best.
I'm here to steal that someone's glory
Who'd make the juries impressed. I know that may have sounded selfish,
But who'd give up to claim the prize
While weaving words of creatures elvish
That came to Rift to light our eyes. I heard this story from a peasant.
They said he had come just in boots.
His face was pale even in present
With few fresh scars and couple wounds. Dusk had come to working grounds.
Off the fields and through the forest
That seemed darker with dead crowns
Peasant's path led to the home rest. He found there next to the familiar trunk
A feather. Radiating purple flame
It bloomed. The man accepted he was drunk,
But saw another that looked the same. Warm vision was flowing in his sight
Of selling feathers at the square,
Buying beers and feeding belly tight.
He caught them with a greedy glare. He saw some more and soon his pockets
Were full of purple glowing leaves,
But suddenly his pants like rockets
Flew to the branches with his sleeves. Ashamed, he wiped the blood from maims
From feathers that were sharp in edge.
"It's not in style!" he heard the claims,
Then poor man ran towards the village. The peasant's story set my mind on holy fire.
So in the morning after meal was passed
I walked into the wood with camera inspired:
Piltover reporter has found work at last! The trees seemed lifeless and forgotten.
They were like monsters fighting for the light.
Of death I didn't dare to take a photo,
When suddenly a wave hit me with all its might. The trees around were awakening from dead sleep,
Of life I heard the flies and birds were singing.
Taking photos I spotted someone trying to creep.
"What is that?" the creature questioned springing. I couldn't say word or move. The yellow feathers
Were glowing like magic was flowing through them.
Sudden "beep" cut the silence's awkward tethers
And a card dropped next to the bird legs on fern. He took it, examined and turned to his friend:
"Hey, Xayah. I think I might need this one thing".
He took off the camera, pressed button and spent
The last picture on his friend with violet wing. He asked for rechange, I threw him all pack,
Helped with the catridge, told what to know.
Excited he noticed that my clothes "don't suck",
But Xayah cut off and explained "We should go". They went with my camera. In desparate walk
I rushed to the village with cards they forgot.
I put them in locked tube and sent with my hawk.
"The Piltover's Journal" will get a fresh plot. Hope you enjoyed it :)
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