Demacia Art Contest Winners
We're here to announce the winners for the Demacia Art Contest. We want to thank you all for putting in the time and effort and creating beautiful artwork that brought our recent lore releases to life! Without further ado, check out the amazing work from our community =D
"He didn’t spare her another look as he picked the soldier up and began their long march back to Demacia."
“I’m dying,” he said. “I know that... but I should... have liked to behold the light of... Demacia... one last... time.” She looked around and, satisfied no one was watching, placed her fingertips on the bloody bandage covering Dothan’s eyes. Lux eased the numinous radiance of her magic down through the man’s skull to the undamaged parts of his eyes."
"The widow tried to stand, but Vayne gripped a fistful of the woman’s hair and pulled tight. ... Vayne flicked her wrist, cocking the wristbolt launcher on her forearm. ... The widow retracted her pincer from behind her back, crestfallen. The game was up. “Why?” she asked. Vayne smiled. A sly, hateful grin."
"Vayne gave the widow a pitying smile. “They want to eat somebody, but sometimes that somebody gets away. And the thing that tried to eat them accidentally passes on its phage. Then they end up turning, too.” The widow glared at Vayne. The wristbolt launcher on Vayne’s arm clinked as she brushed the woman’s hair out of her tear-filled eyes."
"She slid off the horse’s back and entered the clearing with her staff held high. Its light guttered like a lantern in a storm, but gave off just enough illumination for her to see."
"A marble slab set into the base of the mound depicted the legend of her illustrious forebear; Fossian and the demon falling from the cliff, her great grandfather mortally wounded, the nightmarish entity with a Demacian blade piercing its black heart."
"Since then, Quinn has ventured far and wide in service of Demacia, risking journeys to the far north of the Freljord and deep into the Noxian empire."
"Galio reclined on a hillside, gazing at the stars with the tiny yellow-headed girl he had befriended. Neither spoke, save for an occasional sigh - not the stressful gasps that Lux had previously known. These were the sounds of two beings that had found utter contentment in each other’s company."
"The widow retracted her pincer from behind her back, crestfallen. The game was up. “Why?” she asked. “Why what?” Vayne blankly replied. “Why not just walk in and kill me? Why this whole… presentation?” Vayne smiled. A sly, hateful grin. “Because I wanted to be sure I was right. Because I wanted you to feel the panic and the fear he felt. But mainly...” Vayne tightened her wrist. With a metallic twang, a six-inch bolt of cold silver pierced the changeling’s brain. The widow’s eyes rolled back into her head. She collapsed to the floor like a bag of stones. “Because it’s fun.”
"She (Lux) screwed in her hands toward her body and thrust them forward toward Galio. To her disappointment, nothing but a tiny spark of light glinted from her fingers.' - From the short story Flesh and Stone”
"Life to me is very valuable,” he said. “But your gift is everything. Never lose it.” He got to his feet and gingerly placed the girl on his shoulder. Together, they began to trudge back toward the city to face what awaited.”
"It had rained then, and it was raining now. An icy, northern deluge fresh off the dogtooth mountains that separated Demacia from the Freljord. A storm was brewing in that frozen realm, breaking on the far side of the peaks to fall on verdant swathes of Demacian pine bent by hostile winds. To the west and east, the mountains receded into an azure haze, the sky dark and threatening, like one of her brother’s saltier moods. North, the forested haunches of the highlands were craggy with cliffs and plunging chasms." - For Demacia”
"Young girl person, you are special. Since before you can remember, I have felt your gift. For so long, I wanted it near me. But now I see... I smash your gift.” “But it gives you life.” Galio pondered her words, but only for a moment. His mind was made up. “Life to me is very valuable,” he said. “But your gift is everything. Never lose it.” He got to his feet and gingerly placed the girl on his shoulder. Together, they began to trudge back toward the city to face what awaited.”
"She stood, and Valor flew over to her, the satchel of military dispatches the Noxians had stolen held in his claws. He dropped it and she caught it with her free hand, looping it over her shoulder in one smooth motion. Valor perched on her arm, his body rippling with the thrill of the hunt. His claws and beak were red with blood. The eagle’s head cocked to the side, and his gold-flecked eyes glittered with amusement. She grinned, her bond with the bird so strong she already understood his thoughts.”
"Where was the sixth man? Quinn started to ease herself upright, but froze as the hair stood up on the back of her neck, a warning from above. A shape moved from behind a tree in the darkness. A warrior. Armored in boiled black leather. Moving with skill. The man paused, scanning the darkness, his hand never leaving the wire-wound hilt of his sword. Had he seen her? She didn’t think so."
We will be in touch with the three winners through email to organise the art spotlights in client. If you have won a prize the RP amount should be added to your account by 4pm AEST today. Once again thank you so much to everyone that participated in this art contest! We got a lot of great pieces and choosing the list was extremely difficult.
You can check out the full gallery of entries here
To all the players that get to enjoy this fine gallery, which was your favourite? and why? Let us know in the comments below! Otherwise, until next time and GL on Summoners Rift.