Seeing that there's virtually nothing in the Dota 2/League of Legends crossover department, except for the recent Peril by Culling Blade, I decided to put down my two cents. You can be rest assured that this story will not be abandoned (if it receives enough support), but updates will (might) be slow.

Anyways, enjoy! I certainly hope you like my choice of Heroes.

Purist Thunderwrath, the Omniknight, clutched a magically sealed parchment with a gauntleted hand. It was emblazoned with the royal seal of the Claddish Kingdom on the front, and appeared to be quite utilitarian in appearance, which is unusual for something coming from royalty. Further inspection revealed that the parchment had also taken water damage.

"A parrot going by the name of 'Lieutenant Squawkins' delivered that to us, a few weeks ago. You were on a crusade near the Font of Avernus then." Elder Hierophant Wikus told Thunderwrath. The elderly man had the voice that rang like the sagely, wizened words of an ancient being that's seen everything the world has to offer.

Much like Ezalor, Thunderwrath pondered. "If this came from Cladd, then I'm taking a guess that a certain admiral is involved in this."

Wikus nodded slowly. "The bird dropped the name 'Cornelius' before fluttering away. This admiral is a friend of yours, yes?"

"He is an ally," Thunderwrath replied. "We fought side-by-side with a few others of my kind, as you might recall."

The look of recognition crossed the elder hierophant's features. "Ah, yes. The Heroes. If that's the case, I'd open that as fast as I can. Your friend might be in need of a knight of the Omniscient One's assistance."

Without further ado, Thunderwrath unsealed the parchment with a simple purification spell. The seal came off rather quickly, and he immediately read the contents of his message, eager to see how his old friend is doing.

Addressed to Purist Thunderwrath of the Knights of the Omniscient Order – The Omniknight,

Purist, if you recognize Cladd's royal seal, then you probably know who wrote this letter, and what it entails. I have been commissioned by King Frederick XIV to investigate an anomaly that's predicted by the Claddish Royal Mages to occur in the Rishi Islands, just a few hundred kilometers to the south of the Trembling Isles. As of now, the mages anticipate that if this anomalous activity did not get properly dealt with, it's eventually going to spread to the Trembling Isles in a matter of weeks. Millions of my countrymen are in danger because of this. Knowing you, your order might be interested in sending you off to accompany me and a small flotilla to investigate the islands together with me and a few of our old Radiant comrades. With enough luck, this should be just a false alarm, and I'd be owing you a lot more than just three of my lives.

If you decide to come, head over to Port Darlanad, near the Shadeshore Ruins. We'll spend several days on my ship, the Mighty Leviathan, as we cross the Velondr Sea. Careful out there on your crusades,

From Grand Admiral Kunkka, of the New Claddish Armada

With a sigh, Thunderwrath placed the letter on a nearby table. He turned to Wikus, "Elder, a whole kingdom's worth of lives are in grave danger. I might be gone in a few months, but Knight Commander Locke should take proper care of our men while I'm gone."

Wikus smiled. "Go then, we'll fare well here. Even a single life in need is enough for me."

The Omniknight nodded gratefully and left.

…

Addressed to Princess Mirana of the Nightsilver Woods – The Princess of the Moon,

Your Royal Highness, this is a time of great distress for my nation of Cladd. A mysterious anomaly is predicted by the king's Royal Mages to come about in the Rishi Islands, which is in very close proximity to Cladd's capital of Wellington. They also think that if this anomalous activity didn't get disposed of in time, the Trembling Isles will be the new site of this crisis in the time of three weeks, at the very least. The lives of my countrymen and the land of my ancestors are in grave danger of being taken away by this force. King Frederick XIV has told me to write this letter to request Your Royal Highness' presence in dealing with this threat, as repayment for our assistance in repelling the Centaur invasion of Nightsilver sixteen months ago.

If Her Royal Highness wishes to provide her assistance in this matter, then Port Darlanad, near the ruins of Shadeshore, is our place of meeting and departure.

Sent by Grand Admiral Kunkka, of the New Claddish Armada

Her instincts told her that something is off with Kunkka's letter. Mirana took the parchment from her desk and exposed it to the moon's rays. Instantly, a concealed message was found, carefully inscribed with a runic artificer's pen. The princess smiled, her old friend is still skilled with hiding notes from the naked eye.

Excuse my flowery prose, Mirana. I know how you dislike overly prevalent formalities and such. The king's guards are supervising me right now. Thankfully, they don't know how I write messages like this. If you decide to come, then I think it's fair that I warn you: you will spend a moderate amount of days on my flagship, the Mighty Leviathan. I know this is a hard request to heed, but your skills with a mounted bow would be pretty damned useful if my flotilla encounters any sort of hostile force, and I have a bad feeling that we'd eventually do.

If you decide not to come, then I harbor no ill will towards you. As of the time of this letter's writing, I've already sent forty-seven letters to our old Radiant comrades-in-arms, and with how everyone's busy trying to find a new purpose in life with the Dire Ancient's defeat, I doubt a lot of people will heed me… but I understand.

Mirana found herself at a crossroads. On one hand, she was eager to immediately take up Kunkka's offer of repaying the Nightsilver Woods' debt to the Claddish Kingdom with her services as a warrior-princess, and not to mention that she was enthusiastic about the prospect of assisting an old ally of hers during her tenure with the Radiant Ancient.

But on the other hand, the Temple of Selemene is in a bad shape; the Centaur attack on Nightsilver had left several of its infrastructures heavily damaged, and Mirana needed to stay in the Temple to oversee the reconstruction of her lands. But on a more serious (to Mirana) note is a fact that not many people know: the Princess of the Moon is terrified by the prospect of staying on a ship at sea. Kunkka had once thrown a celebratory cruise of the Trembling Isles after the Dire Ancient's assumed destruction, with all the Heroes he could send letters to being invited. Many came, and that included the princess herself.

It was one of the few decisions she had come to regret, as she spent nearly the entire cruise either in her quarters, or over at one side of the ship, doing what most people usually do when they're uncontrollably seasick, much to her humiliation. Mirana's fellow Heroes thought it was beyond hilarious – seeing the normally regal and majestic Princess of the Moon struck by a severe case of nausea. Never in her years had she expected herself to be horror-struck by the mere presence of the rolling seas – the thought of it made the princess feel light-headed and unwell.

"Your highness, you look unwell." Mirana turned her gaze from Kunkka's letter to the Dark Moon warrior standing at her doorway. "Is there something wrong?"

Mirana shook her head. "No, no. I'm fine, Luna. Just remembering a certain voyage to the Trembling Isles."

Luna, the Moon Rider, smiled at the memory. "Ah yes, that. Rubick hasn't gotten over it yet, as I recall. Your face just seemed to take the color of his robes."

The princess frowned, setting the letter aside. "Everything is always funny to that twitchy, staff-twirling lunatic. I don't know how you managed to stay composed, I could barely step outside my quarters to feed myself without—"

It was then that an idea materialized inside Mirana's head. She reformed herself rather quickly and looked her lieutenant in the eyes. "Luna, how would you like to go on a voyage?"

Seeing the mischievous glint in her superior's eyes, Luna braced herself for another of her 'brilliant' ideas. "I'd dread the thought of leaving Nightsilver, but I'll do as you wish, your highness."

"Also, I think there'd be blood to be spilt in the name of Selemene… Kunkka wrote so." Mirana continued, barely keeping a straight face.

That caught Luna's attention. "Say no more, then."

…

"And this, is for you." The bespectacled human handed Boush a parchment. "It's from a courier from Cladd. I found his remains being looted by bandits. I drove them off and took his letters."

Boush smiled and nodded. "My thanks. Not many people would gladly finish a dead courier's last delivery run."

The human shrugged. "It's all in a day's work for me. If you don't mind, I'll deliver the rest of his letters now." He turned on his heel and left the Tinker's laboratory.

The Keenish scientist turned the pipe on his mouth to another side before unsealing the parchment with a small beam of concentrated light from the defensive weapons platform he usually had strapped to the back of his hazard suit. It took him several seconds to break through the sealing runes. With a sigh, Boush scanned the letter.

Addressed to Boush of the Violet Plateau – The Tinker

Old friend, I have some great news in store for you. I know how much you like studying anomalous activities, and how the unknown fields seemed to be like home to you. Well, a few days ago, King Frederick placed me in charge of a small flotilla and commissioned me to carry out an investigation of the mysterious happenings in the neighboring Rishi Islands. I know how you despise magic-wielders, but the king's own Royal Mages have made a prediction that if this anomaly isn't dealt with in the next few weeks, it'll start to advance all the way to the Trembling Isles. We don't exactly know what'll happen then, but if that scenario does occur, I'm guessing it wouldn't bode well for everybody in Cladd.

If you'd like to attend, then you can find the flotilla in Port Darlanad, north of Shadeshore. Find Feodor Volkov.

From Grand Admiral Kunkka, of the New Claddish Armada

"Oh, an unstudied anomaly!" Boush happily exclaimed. And just in time, too. I'm getting rather restless in this empty laboratory with nothing to do.

Setting the Claddish letter down, the Tinker strode off his laboratory to ask permission from the Keenfolk leader for permission to undergo an expedition to the Shadeshore ruins.

…

"We have a task for you, young one." A whispered, distorted version of a woman's voice echoed through her mind.

In an instant, Lanaya's eyes snapped open and her body was already on high alert, startling a nearby disciple of hers. What would the Hidden Ones ask of me today? She thought.

"We have discovered a tear within the fabrics of reality across the Velondr Sea, to the northwest of the temple. It has not materialized as of yet, but we predict that it will make an appearance in three weeks and five days. We have come with the decision to send you off on a journey – to make an observation of this phenomena and to report your findings to us."

As the Hidden Conclave wish it, it shall be done, Lanaya thought, full of resolve. But may I ask, how am I supposed to cross the Velondr Sea? My contacts don't include shipmasters and boat captains.

"Alas, that is a question you will have to find out for yourself, young one. As powerful as the Conclave would be, we are not omniscient. But fear not. You have proven yourself as a very resourceful agent thus far. We are assured that you will find a path. Our blessings depart with you."

And with that, the voice departed from Lanaya's mind like a soul gently leaving a body behind. She immediately started to formulate plans on crossing several thousand kilometers of open sea, when a colorful, unusually large parrot landed on her window.

So much for the Hidden Temple being 'hidden', Lanaya derisively thought. Of course, birds regularly visited the Hidden Temple, but they often never returned after finding nothing of value to prolong their stay. However, unlike other birds, this parrot is a regular customer to Lanaya's window. For some reason, it chose the Templar Assassin's window as a habitat of sorts, frequently staying for several days before abruptly disappearing. Since the parrot appears to be quite docile, Lanaya and her disciples preferred to keep the bird to itself.

Today, however, the parrot appears to be outfitted in little pieces of metal, cloth and wood, which looked suspiciously like some sort of uniform designed for parrots. Furthermore, it also looked quite fatigued from excessive flying. Closer inspection from Lanaya revealed that the bird is also wearing a little collar around its neck, and by looking a little bit further into the collar, a tiny, almost innocuous symbol could be found: two sabers crossed over an cruising ship-of-the-line – the Claddish Navy's emblem.

Normally, this revelation would cause Lanaya to fly into a rage. This parrot could be used to inform the Claddish Kingdom about the Hidden Temple's location, but ever since the bird appeared on her window several years ago, not a single curious patrol of Claddish guardsmen was ever sighted near the temple, with the closest concentration of men from Cladd being over seven thousand miles away: a peaceful town of colonists with a small compliment of soldiers for protection.

Eventually, after a few seconds of thinking of what to do with discovering the 'secret' of the parrot's true allegiance, Lanaya found the answer to her problem of sea crossing. Of course, why didn't I not think of this before! The Claddish Navy… it's led by Admiral Kunkka.

I could use his ship to cross the Velondr!

Lanaya ran for the window. She disturbed the resting bird to give it affectionate pats to the head for unintentionally giving her an idea that isn't half-bad. She normally wasn't what one would call a 'people person' but she can be quite friendly with animals. That day, the Templar Assassin decided to give the bird a name: 'Brilliant Idea', which is what first came to her mind, with the second being 'Bird'.

On a side note, Lanaya was forced to acknowledge that she's not even close to being the most creative person in the world.

I don't bloody well own Dota 2, or League of Legends. They're by Valve and Riot, respectively. Oh well, people can keep dreaming.