Shadowed Wings
Piltover was something of the air capital of the known world, with only Zaun able to produce airships that could be considered within the same ‘class’ as Piltover. But no other nation was capable of much more than air balloons, even when augmented by magic, due to just how rare strong mages were within the world of Runeterra.
This did not, however, mean that even Piltover’s airships were completely safe. Accidents happened, sure, but usually they were few and far between....and rarely involved top-of-the-line ships like the one that Knight was aboard now. But then, a rift between two worlds fell into that category of ‘few and far between’.
The crew of the ship had less than a minute to react to the strange, shadowy vortex that ripped open before them, hardly long enough for the full blown panic to set in. Knight managed to grab his satchel of gear and reach the top side of the craft before seeing what loomed ahead of them...and then it all went black. The craft shuddered and shook, along to the cacophony of twisting metal and splintering wood. Light hit those abovedecks only a few moments later....but it only highlighted their doom.
A strange landscape awaited them as the ship hurtled towards the ground, the various parts meant to keep the ship airborn having been ripped to pieces, leaving only a twisted hulk of metal and wood about two thousand feet in the air. Of the crew of thirteen that set out with the ship, Knight saw perhaps three of them now, desperately clinging to parts of the vessel before impact.
The next thing Knight was aware of was smoke, mixed with dust. He coughed, feeling pain shoot through his torso, as he opened his eyes. He was alive...for the moment, at least, before horrific pain shoot through his left arm. He glanced over, seeing the metal prosthetic hopelessly twisted and trapped in a piece of metal scrap that formerly belonged to the ship. Blood was seeping out of the joint where the mechanical arm met his normal, human flesh, though he could feel pains through his legs and torso, as well.
Just as he resigned himself to his fate, accepting that he would likely die here, pinned beneath a wreck on a world he didn’t even know the name of, he spied a figure...perhaps two, off in the distance. Between the burning in his eyes from the smoke and his broken focus from the pain, he couldn’t tell who...or what the figure was.
“Tch.....I would hope that I’m not hallucinating...but given how far this ordinary assignment has gone to shit, I don’t know what to believe.” He coughed to himself, before summoning what strength he could to call out.
“HEY! I don’t know if you....cough, cough...can understand me, but if you can, I could use...some help!”