#wheres the love for kled

[astarionlover]

why cant I romance kled is my question

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The Clash of Arcane and League:

as a league lore enjoyer i’m genuinely worried by arcane only fans pouring in. and, more importantly, lore fanatics lashing out in response.

what i mean is—take a breather and read up on the existing lore, the journey’s 100% worth it, i promise. people who are immensely into it will also gladly take you on a journey.

i loved the “is she a girl kisser” meme and was a bit taken aback at the league community’s reaction. however, as a lore fan myself, i can kinda see both sides of this coin if it makes sense? you have something you care for DEEPLY and watching all the newcomers discover it is kinda… let’s be honest, strange. arcane already retconned a whole ton of shit (viktor’s entire backstory, singed/reveneck…) and i’m, at times, honestly worried what comes next.

let me give you a quick walk through current, good ol’ noxus (it’s very unserious):

to quote the rock: “it’s about drive, about power; we stay hungry, we devour”. that’s noxus. brutalist expansionist empire who will have SINGED commission literal NUKES for them to invade ionia.

if i’d expect SOMETHING from this (possible) series, it’d heavily concentrate on politics of noxus, conquering and WHAT it takes to stay in power (specifically what one’s willing to sacrifice/lose to conquer)—compared to that, the scheming in piltover was just the tip of the iceberg.

if piltover storyline had your panties hanging on a thread, noxus will blow you outta the water.

welcome to noxus, we have:

a coven consisting of a spider-woman, edward cullen coded (possibly) gay uncle, witch bitch MOTHER and half-transformed nagini

said coven is doing their damnest to keep mordekaiser (aka conqueror syndrome aka iron revenant) from coming back to power

said coven also made a weapon solely to keep mordekaiser in check, but rell (aka the living weapon) said “cya” and dipped

DRAVEN who is in love with DRAVEN and DRAVEN only (leeeeagueee of draven)

jericho swain (aka the man who shouldn’t be crossed aka the daddiest of daddies aka lucius malfoy looking motherfucker), general possessed by a literal DEMON

urgot who was tricked by swain into sailing to piltover where started a LITERAL FUCKING CULT

starcrossed lovers katarina and garen

sion who was literally such a beast he got REVIVED to fight for noxus on its battle for conquest (by aforementioned COVEN)

and lastly, the drunk hillybilly yordle kled and his trusty steed skaarl

go out there and explore what riot and fortiche have in store for y’all, you’ll like what they’re cooking 🧑‍🍳

ps: don’t take it as offensive, it’s amazing more people started taking interest in the lor lore and i’m happy to see it

[jerichocopuffs]

𝕹𝖔𝖝𝖚𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖇𝖞 𝖏𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

🗡 A Voice whispering in the Shadows ~ Swain, character study

Jericho Swain was never one to believe in myths or fairy tales, nor was he fascinated by occult teachings. But ever since he was a little boy, he heard something whispering in the shadows. He believes it's only childish imagination, however, the whispers follow wherever his conquests lead him and he hears them after each battle. When he nearly dies in Ionia, he finally realizes that the whispers belong to an ancient and powerful demon prowling the shadows of the empire. Defeated and cast out, he sees no other option than to seek out this demon and try to wield its power for the good of Noxus.

🗡 The Emperor - Swain ~ Swain, character study/backstory

"I was born a patrician." A tarot card-themed oneshot, featuring Swain as The Emperor and how the concepts the card represents are depicted in his story, as told in six episodes.

🗡 Empire Above All ~ Darius, canon exploration

Darius set his right foot on the first step, still conflicted but determined to proceed. He was going to demand answers from Swain and give him a chance to explain himself; it was the best he could do, not only to show respect for an old colleague, but also to allow him to finally make a decision for the good of Noxus. The soldiers greeted him with quiet nods of respect as he passed them, making him wonder if Swain and his allies were expecting him. Either way, there was nothing Darius could do about it. The only way was going forward.

🗡 A Shadow's Musings ~ Talon, character introspection [drabble]

At first they thought they were separate blades, fated to strike one another down. But maybe they're two edges of the same knife, different, yet bound and always together.

🗡 Twinkle, twinkle ~ Kled, character introspection [drabble]

Kled remembers a certain yordle he once knew.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

🗡 I never knew you cared ~ Swain/LeBlanc, Swain-centric longshot

They have known each other for many years, both as enemies and as lovers. When Swain searches a Black Rose hideout, he discovers some of LeBlanc's secrets and reconsiders the true nature of their relationship.

🗡 Realization ~ Swain/LeBlanc, LB-centric character introspection

For countless years, men and women alike had been mere pawns to her, tools to get whatever she wanted. Never had she allowed herself to feel anything while she lied, seduced, deceived, bewitched and betrayed her targets. Until now. Or: Emilia LeBlanc realizes what it is that she truly wants.

🗡 Surprised to see me? ~ Swain/LB, sword and sweet oneshot

Swain comes home from a long day of work, only to find a lovely surprise waiting for him.

🗡 Battle plans ~ Swain/Darius, short and spicy oneshot

Swain explains his plans for an upcoming battle to his generals. Darius has trouble focusing.

🗡 Late night negotiations ~ Swain/Vladimir, short and spicy oneshot

Swain asks Vladimir to cooperate. Vladimir is more than happy to show how cooperative he can be.

🗡 A Grand General's Vacation ~ Swain/Darius, Swain/LeBlanc, fluff & humor

After losing a bet with Draven, Swain agrees to go on vacation for once and takes him and Darius to a seaside hotel outside the capital. All he wants is to have a peaceful and relaxing evening to himself, but his fellow Noxians have other ideas, and no matter where he goes, the political opposition is never far away.

🗡 Drabble Collection: High Command Husbands ~ Swain/Marcus Du Couteau, friendship & romance ficlets

Throughout their lives, they've been comrades on the battlefield, political allies or even lovers, yet always each other's best friend. Or: Drabbles I wrote for one of my favorite niche ships instead of sleeping. Ship name by yours truly.

🗡 A rainy night ~ Swain/Marcus Du Couteau, friendship & romance oneshot

In which Marcus comes over for a surprise visit and Jericho enjoys his company more than he would like to admit.

𝐍𝐨𝐱𝐜𝐨𝐧 & 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

Warning for NSFW and triggering themes such as violence, dub-con/non-con, power dynamics, etc; please heed the tags on AO3.

🗡 Disciplinary Action ~ Headmaster Swain AU, Swain/multiple, smut oneshot

Headmaster Jericho Swain decides that his co-workers and students alike have gotten away with too much for way too long. Luckily, he knows exactly how such misbehavior can be corrected with appropriate strictness and the right kind of discipline.

🗡 submit ~ Swain/reader, Darius/reader, prisoner of war!reader

You're captured by Noxian soldiers after being defeated in battle and brought before the Grand General himself.

🗡 and serve, you will ~ LeBlanc/reader, Swain/reader, Darius/reader, Draven/reader, captive spy!reader

Your mission was simple: Attend a soirée and find out more about the mysterious Black Rose. What you hadn't expected was to be caught by the Black Rose's leader herself and brought to the Grand General's palace for entertainment.

[mydotguy]

MORE songs that have inspired kledinger fics for me:

Sick - Dominick Fike

a “Mutually Assumed Unrequited Love” fic where Heimerdinger garners feelings for Kled, but he has high doubts that Kled shares those feelings, and Kled doesn’t know that Cecil loves him at all (but he’ll figure out HE does eventually). id imagine it being only a snapshot of the whole thing because multi chapter fics are not on the table for me just yet

Our House - Crosby, Stills & Nash

A fluff fix of when Kled and Cecil moved in together into an apartment located in Piltover. They at first are just unpacking everything and setting it in their temporary spots, but they get distracted by each other and the time passes until the sun sets (they had made it there around the evening, so it wasn’t much time). They set up comfort in the living room and they spend their first night together on the sofa in front of the fire. :)

Every Breaking Wave - U2

Kled questions the legitimacy of their relationship after him and Cecil got into a fight. Cecil feels defeated, but doesn’t know exactly what he’d respond to Kled’s comment with. Neither of the yordles feel like they can revolt against this questioning, and so they mutually agree to keep distance for some time. Kled hits the road and tries to find out what he’s left with without a motive, and Cecil just tries to live with himself, living a life once whole, now split in half. this all eventually ends in a happy ending i swear

i hope all these ideas can spark interest in any fic writers as it does me 😁 (passes out)

[melissa-titanium]

N O NO ON ON. I ALWAYS TA;KLED LIKE THIS I USED TOBE SOMUCH MORE ENERGETIC BUT I WENT THROUGH. A PERIOD . OF TIME. WHERE ITALKED DRYLY. AND THAT;WAS MY WOR;ST ERA I CAN CONFIRM. IWASLIKE   ok        no u        lmao       xd             NOSH UT UPPPPPPPPSH UTHFUCK REGP-0SE5YJ0SEHROKPSEROPRGWEORGWORTWOWRGOWRGOWRGOGWROGWROWRGOWRGOOGWRORWGORGWORGWOWRGORGWOWRGOWRGO ***RIPS OPEN MY OLD SELFS CHEST CAVITY***KILL KIL KILL

WHY WAS I LIKE THIS. ICANTTAKE ITANY MORE IMGOINGTO LEARN HOWTO TIME TRAVEL JUST SO ICAN BEAT THE EVER LOVING SHIT OUT OF OLDM EIOJRIOJRTSHOEFSJKHHHHHHHNRGLKRGOWGLRORWGOWOGROWRGOGWROWGR

looking through old messages and feeling an unfathomable amoutn of RAGE at the way i used to talk

[metalichotchoco]

Most yordles need an asu badly most of those models are falling apart.

Anyways time to play favorites, honestly i would love a full asu+ redubbing of veigar with special interactions so I’ve just made some that might be fun

Aurelian sol: no matter how much we view them,mortals are still so tacky- let’s discuss things over tea later, you’ll flip when I tell you about minion #27.

Heimerdinger:your expression of deep fear warms my soul-are you afraid you’ll end up like me?fat chance.

Kennen:balance isn’t for me but I do love getting even!

Kled: you don’t even own anything kled, what even were you again? Rear forward?

Leblanc: it’s always a party whenever you arrive deceiver, no matter the form.

Minions: enemy-treachery isn’t rewarded little cloth.-your essence will fuel the furnace of my fury.-insubordination is punished like so. Ally-our siege will not be stopped!-disrupt the peace my little minion!-nothing will stand in our way!

Mordekaiser: don’t come closer…-no it can’t be…-you are going back where you deserve to be, hell.

Senna:how do you do senna?- you’ve really improved your control since we last met!

Soraka: you can’t just say sorry like that celestial…

Swain: Greetings Raum!and grey man that’s attached to him.- Long time no see Raum! Could you tell your host to stop sending letters?

Sylas: I will provide sanctuary to anyone fleeing that place.

Teemo:stop sending scouts to my tower! No I don’t need company and no I’m not dead!- there’s nothing great about the outdoors.

Vex:hello little plaugebearer!-Yordlings these days…

Ziggs: explosions and destruction work wonders when you want to get what you want, I get it.

[masternest]

Among Us - New Map Release

So on the last day of March, the creators of Among Us had released their newest map for the game called The Airship. It’s their biggest map to date which is sure to bring back old Among Us players. I was able to try out this map with some peeps and I can honestly say that it was a lot of fun. There were new tasks that helped keep things engaging and helped bring back that slight sense of anxiety and urgency whenever you’re doing a task Another thing to note is that since it’s April 1st, they have made the Kled map to where everything will appear opposite when you check your map hud. I think it will only happen for April Fools but it’s a nice little event that the creators cooked up

Another thing that you need to know, is that we’re no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I. A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of. You wouldn’t get this from any other guy. I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling. I gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

[mycloneismywaifu]

Shaco’s thoughts on champions..

Aatrox: Such an angry man, definitely needs to relax.

Ahri: quite pretty, everyone seems to like her. I don’t know though..

Akali: Grumpy, but also...balanced, as they would say?

Alistar: Big boy, Small Mind.

Amumu: Oh Nyoh, poor baby...grow up.

Anivia: who left the frozen chicken out to defrost?

Annie: I like their potential, might host a tea party.

Aphelios: Sorry, didn’t hear what you said.

Ashe: chill...hehe...

Aurelion Sol: ALMIGHTY POTENTIAL...Rude as fuck.

Azir: Hm...you had everything, how did it feel to lose so much...?

Bard: BWOMMM....indeed.

Blitzcrank: Metal body, Metal mind, Metal heart...I wonder if you can feel...

Brand: Toasty, I’ll keep you in my fireplace.

Braum: You have a heart worth thousands, but can you save everybody..?

Caitlyn: You claim to be an amazing sherrif, but you haven’t caught me!

Camille: My my, that’s some long...knives.

Cassiopeia;  I like your style...Poison is quite...thrilling in it’s own way~

Cho'Gath: Who’s a good all eating terrifying monster...? YOU ARE!~

Corki: Has ANYONE seen his feet? Anybody?!

Darius: Chop Chop~ You’ve got to catch up to your brother~

Diana: So edgy, but loving the aesthetic~

Dr. Mundo: I’ll see you next week for drinks! Bring the good stuff!

Draven: I heard your brother’s ahead of you, gotta do more work~!

Ekko: Even if you go back in time, you can’t fix your mistakes...~

Elise: Oh My..!

Evelynn: MY OH MY!

Ezreal: Do you really have to dance like that...?

Fiddlesticks: SQUARK!!! ...hah, good times...

Fiora: You’ll never find a worthy opponent with manners like that!

Fizz: Slippery little sucker you are...

Galio: Big. Very Big.

Gangplank: Arrrg! ..got any of those oranges

Garen: You wish for JUSTICE! but what if you’re in the wrong..?

Gnar: Annoying, but sort of cute. Don’t piss it off, whatever you do.

Gragas: My supplier of the finest bourbon. Also a drinking buddy.

Graves: He smells nice.

Hecarim: I love to sneak onto his back to ride on him like a horse...

Heimerdinger: ...Fucking know it all.

Illaoi: I tried arm wrestling with her ones. Never again.

Irelia: K n i v e s, so many K N I V E S.

Ivern: Honestly I’d probably get high with this guy. He seems like fun to get high with.

Janna: Is it me or is it windy in here?

Jarvan IV: You have a kingdom, but do you deserve it?

Jax: If i gave you a rubber chicken, would you still clobber people?

Jayce: Pretty boy needs to learn his place.

Jhin: Finally, someone with some good T A S T E 

Jinx: 👀

Kai'Sa: I’m surprised you didn’t go c r a z y in the void..how do you feel..?

Kalista: I heard you want to get a little bit of vengence...?

Karma: ...Is a bitch...Pun intended.

Karthus: Fucking love to rock out with this guy. Holy shit.

Kassadin: Needs to find an inhaler.

Katarina: Totally isn’t a Yandere waiting for Garen to ask her out.

Kayle: Should have been the one to hit the ground too hard if she fell.

Kayn: Fucking edgelord who I wish would make up his fucking mind.

Kennen: Get a load of pikachu over here..

Kha'Zix: Messy eater, wouldn’t invite over again.

Kindred: Fun to talk about death with, would chat again. Wolf’s a good boy.

Kled: Fucking mental, would drink with again.

Kog'Maw: What the fuck is this thing. I love it. 

LeBlanc: Amazing parties, amazing dances, need to hang out more..

Lee Sin: Now you see me, now you...oh hang on.

Leona: Praise the sun? Nah I get sun stroke. Give me your sister pls.

Lillia: Too innocent, shouldn’t be here, easy to mess with...actually, maybe stay..?

Lissandra: Cold. Very cold. But the best of the 3..

Lucian: I laughed when I heard Senna got caught. Thresh did a good job.

Lulu: One of my bestest sort of friends, we cause the best mischief. 

Lux: Does your father know what you can do...?

Malphite: B I G

Malzahar: Sorta kinda kreeps me out sometimes...his bugs fuck my shit up...

Maokai: I like chilling in his branches, his saprolings know how to party.

Master Yi: That’s a nice lookin sword you’ve got there...

Miss Fortune: You got two lovely guns. 

Mordekaiser: Best guitarist I’ve ever heard. need to see their next concert.

Morgana: Lovely cookies, shame everyone dies after though.

Nami: Why would you even buy boots??

Nasus: Your brother hates you, do you forgive him? 

Nautilus: Can you even feel me knocking on your head?

Neeko: I see myself all the time, you can’t fool me...

Nidalee: You need some class, a wash and some clothes...

Nocturne: DARKNESS, DARLING, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!

Nunu and Willump: Willump can you just eat him already?

Olaf: I miss the good old drinking days...heh, mom’s op...

Orianna: The intricacy of the workings inside are limitless, I must see inside...

Ornn: B I G aswell

Pantheon: You’ve got abs you can eat off, and an ass that would be eaten.

Poppy: You may be small, but damn you hurt.

Pyke: I need to talk to you more, I want to hear all about drowning as much as I can...

Qiyana: You’re just an angry person.

Quinn: I’ve been trying to kill Valor for so long I can’t count the days.

Rakan: Look in the mirror for too long and your face will stick like that.

Rammus: Ok.

Rek'Sai: *SCREECHES BACK*

Renekton: Your brother trapped you for millenia, tell me how much you hate him..

Rengar: heh, you let your guard down and the bug ate your eye..funny.

Riven: You’ll never be welcomed back, you know that, right..?

Rumble: She’ll never notice how much you love her. Give up.

Ryze: C’mon, let me look in the scroll, just a little peek?

Sejuani: God you smell as bad as the boar...

Senna: You have no idea how long it’s been to ask someone...how was it in the lanturn??

Sett: All you do is punch. Not impressed at all.

Shaco: Love this guy, can’t get enough of him!

Shen: You say balance is necessary, so isn’t what Zed doing good..?

Shyvana: No matter what you do, Demacia will always fear you~

Singed: You need to give me more of your experimental vials, I have too much fun with them..

Sion: oh hey big guy, I thought you died!

Sivir: I think you make more money than me killing people...jealous much..

Skarner: Aren’t you the last of your kind...? Samesies! how’s it feel for you~!

Sona: I wish I could hear you scream...that would be wonderful..

Soraka: Why not give Warwick what he wants...no one will miss you~

Swain: I would love to study your...ehem...other form more, it’s so intriguing ...

Sylas: You were a bad boy, yet you didn’t let people know about lux~

Syndra: Show me this limitless power you have~

Tahm Kench: Gotta say, I’m a big fan of your vocabulary...

Taliyah: Yasuo isn’t who you think he is...you should ask who Yone is...

Talon: Stabby Stabby time~

Taric: Wow. 

Teemo: I could list off 900 different ways I would exterminate that little rodent.

Thresh: Hey, I’m Shaco, big fan, huge. Biggest even.

Tristana: you’re oblivious to all the signs, you’ll end up hurting people you have no idea exist...

Trundle: HIT HIT HIT, That all you think about?

Tryndamere: See above

Twisted Fate: I’m never playing cards with you again, seriously, fuck off.

Twitch: God you stink. but you make a good foot rest.

Udyr: So calm, yet anger is deep inside you..

Urgot: No one likes you but god you’re amazing at killing people.

Varus: You fuck everything up, yet you’re still around...

Vayne: You wish to rid the world of black magic, but so much fun comes from it..

Veigar: HAH, SO, SMALL, OH MY, HE’S JUST...PFFFF.

Vel'Koz: I too wish to know what’s going on inside of people’s heads..just more emotionally.

Vi: Caitlyn will never notice you.

Viktor: hit me up when the revolution starts, I may skip town til it’s over.

Vladimir: SO MUCH GOOD WINE, OOF.

Volibear: You’re a big boi now, indeed.

Warwick: Cmon, you know you want it, go get it...soraka’s practically open...

Wukong: sometimes you even get me confused...

Xayah: oo, look at me, such an edgy bitch, only one man get’s me~

Xerath: I am so curious, how the hell did you become what you are...

Xin Zhao: sorry, who are you again?

Yasuo: You killed your brother, didn’t you. I fucking knew it!!

Yorick: Play me that bass riff again, it’s so G O O D

Yuumi: God you’re annoying. 

Zac: surprisingly enough, you’re an amazing bed.

Zed: You know what you should do..? Kill them all...heh, that’d be fun to watch..

Ziggs: I need you to make more bombs, for me...for research purposes..heh

Zilean: You are also annoying, stop knowing where I’ll be, stop. now.

Zoe: GOD, WHY ARE YOU ALL ANNOYING

Zyra: ...you provide the good kush.

Clean list below if anyone want’s to do it too!

I love reading them, tag me in them if you could! :D

Aatrox,

Ahri,

Akali,

Alistar,

Amumu,

Anivia,

Annie,

Aphelios,

Ashe,

Aurelion Sol,

Azir,

Bard,

Blitzcrank,

Brand,

Braum,

Caitlyn,

Camille,

Cassiopeia,

Cho'Gath,

Corki,

Darius,

Diana,

Dr. Mundo,

Draven,

Ekko,

Elise,

Evelynn,

Ezreal,

Fiddlesticks,

Fiora,

Fizz,

Galio,

Gangplank,

Garen,

Gnar,

Gragas,

Graves,

Hecarim,

Heimerdinger,

Illaoi,

Irelia,

Ivern,

Janna,

Jarvan IV,

Jax,

Jayce,

Jhin,

Jinx,

Kai'Sa,

Kalista,

Karma,

Karthus,

Kassadin,

Katarina,

Kayle,

Kayn,

Kennen,

Kha'Zix,

Kindred,

Kled,

Kog'Maw,

LeBlanc,

Lee Sin,

Leona,

Lillia,

Lissandra,

Lucian,

Lulu,

Lux,

Malphite,

Malzahar,

Maokai,

Master Yi,

Miss Fortune,

Mordekaiser,

Morgana,

Nami,

Nasus,

Nautilus,

Neeko,

Nidalee,

Nocturne,

Nunu and Willump,

Olaf,

Orianna,

Ornn,

Pantheon,

Poppy,

Pyke,

Qiyana,

Quinn,

Rakan,

Rammus,

Rek'Sai,

Renekton,

Rengar,

Riven,

Rumble,

Ryze,

Sejuani,

Senna,

Sett,

Shaco,

Shen,

Shyvana,

Singed,

Sion,

Sivir,

Skarner,

Sona,

Soraka,

Swain,

Sylas,

Syndra,

Tahm Kench,

Taliyah,

Talon,

Taric,

Teemo,

Thresh,

Tristana,

Trundle,

Tryndamere,

Twisted Fate,

Twitch,

Udyr,

Urgot,

Varus,

Vayne,

Veigar,

Vel'Koz,

Vi,

Viktor,

Vladimir,

Volibear,

Warwick,

Wukong,

Xayah,

Xerath,

Xin Zhao,

Yasuo,

Yorick,

Yuumi,

Zac,

Zed,

Ziggs,

Zilean,

Zoe,

Zyra,

[visionofnoxus]

// OOC 

RANT. Long one too. Let’s talk about the “Cast” of Sisterhood of War pt 1. 

If you’ve yet to read the thing, go read it. If you want. This wall below WILL spoil.

The Sisterhood. We don’t know who these characters are. Some backgrounds are VERY loosely referenced. I am sure we’ll learn more in the next parts. But apparently they were Riven’s companions or friends. Everyone except the POV and the Runesmith. And of course thus they are absolutely strongest, toughest women one could possibly think of. 

Runesmith mage with ties to Black Rose and LeBlanc. She has a mission. A top secret mission from patrons that gives her orders and passports to go through pretty much any bureaucratic hurdle Noxus can throw her party’s way. And yet apparently this decree did not give them the right to “act independently” and they have to become deserters. If this patron of theirs is truly so potent, one could assume they’d be permitted to operate WITHOUT having to commit desertion and turn their nation “enemies”. Just a thougth.

Tracker, woman with four drakehounds who has named them essentially 1,2,3,4. And as the story so helpfully pointed out, drakehounds are sort of expensive. As in VERY. But she has four and named them with numbers. And just in case somebody missed it, she is cold and distant, doesn’t talk unless she absolutely has to. You know, because she is the Tracker. The Ranger. The One Who Likes To Be Alone With Only Her Hounds. Ps. Yeah, the drakehounds according to the artwork wear full face masks, which for a drakehound is like removing 50% of it’s arsenal. But I chalk that to artist’s liberty and assume in the story it is not so.

Then we got the Cavalier. A former noble with a mount with overblown noble name. And while the mount’s species was not mentioned, I assume it was Drakalops. Same species that Kled’s Skaarl is. Okay you have a near immortal creature as a mount lady. Good choice. A bit rare maybe but great choice. And did I read it correctly that she single handedly drove away the entire raider horde and saved our group of heroes? Because based on the text I got the impression there was a whole Attila’s horde on them and she just dived in there and drove them away after killing some. She speaks though. So there is that. Nothing nice of course and disses POV just like the rest of them. But she at least converses with him. And she is ordered to join the group by someone within Noxian military by the threat of death should she refuse.

Last of the sisters is then the tank. A Shieldbreaker who we meet as she is doing what she does best. Outmaneuvering a guy who supposedly was about to win, but she is more skilled and stronger and beats him down. She is also the first person who treats our POV character with any level of decency. Except of course that she then there is that whole next night shenigan where the “brute” showcases her talent as an rogue. Sneaking up on our POV and taking him a prisoner, threatening what is essentially a stable boy. 

And finally the Boy, untested young warrior who wants to do what is right. And this story is from start to finish told from his point of view as these strong and powerful women take every possible chance at demeaning, mocking and honestly bullying the kid. Seemingly for no other reason than because. Why he is with them is supposedly because they needed someone to carry their luggage, or handle the beast carrying their luggage. Yeah. The elite team of super competent warrior women just so happened to need a “man-servant” (author’s words) for their super secret mission. And they chose an untested shepherd from middle of nowhere. I suppose he is expendable so there is that but... Yeah. He does not fit the mission profile and we are not told of any special reason or quality why he’d be included. Considering how the Runesmith, the leader of the mission treats him, we are led to believe he has no real value. And the ladies make sure he knows that too.

But there is a silver lining in this story as well. The one character that’s name stuck with me and whom I found endearing and lovely addition to the otherwise obnoxious party. TALZ. The absolutely marvelous basilisk who dutifully carries the party’s supplies on it’s strong back, eating, sleeping and dutifully following it’s caretaker’s instruction. He (I presume it is a he) was the one thing that brought a smile to my face every time he was referenced even slightly in  the story. And that is somewhat sad detail TBH. But yes. Talz is my favorite character in this story. 

In closing, this story has the feeling of someone trying too hard. And I am not sure what they are trying. I don’t know of too many people who find this kind of storytelling pleasing to read. Dialog is sparse, exposition is for miles, most of the main characters are rude and dislike-able. The character part is the most outrageous to me personally. I don’t mind having a tough or cold character here and there. Hell. I roleplay Swain. But these characters are just... Obnoxious. It feels like the author is trying to say “hey look how awesome badass characters I’ve got. They are awesome”. But telling the reader they are awesome does not make them so. Now, they are just rude and OP. And that is not a good look for non-established character.

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

Fight for Love

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Sett x Fem! reader

part 1

*Warning I post for a long time I'll try to find sometime tho*

Masterlist

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Living as an orphan never really made your life easier but it wasn't after you met (friend's name) who is also an orphan like you, the two of you easily made a bond of friendship and made a good combination, you were raised on an orphanage in Demacia and thankfull that you were born after the Rune Wars ended.

But things didn't go as planned after (friend's name) revealed their secret to you that they were magic users which was bad for Demacia was a place where they exclude people who uses magic.

Because of that you made a plan to leave your birthplace with your friend for their safety, it wasn't really that hard for you never really knew your parents and you don't really have any friends or people you don't want to leave behind except your other friend Lux (she hides her magic pretty well) and her Brother a Demacian soldier, Garen.

You two will travel together across the land of Runettera and might meet new people on the way.

but before that you have cross the Demacian's border and enter The Empire of Noxus, you could have avoided the place but you needed supplies for your trip.

You and your friend entered the empire fear growing inside of you stomach knowing that The empire was known for being a brutal and an expansionist empire and their love for power and strength, it doesn't matter what is your social status, if your rich or poor as long as you show your strength you are noticed.

but you did meet a rather funny Yordle named Kled and his un-trusty steed Skaarl.

You were finding a way to buy supplies but you don't know if they take Demacian currency but Kled beat you to it as he said.

"What if you play betting here Little lady? Things like that won't let you go home empty handed." He said after he heard you talking about your problem.

"Betting?." (friend's name) ask.

"Yeah betting, illegal transactions, pit fights and what not it's all legal here my friend just don't get caught or ya'll be good as dead." He said before chuckling like crazy as Skaarl just sits at his side.

"Pit fights?." You asked with your eyes shinning and a smirk written in your lips.

It's been a while since you fought especially in Pit Fights it was trilling at that time but since Demacia doesn't support it was hard enjoying them without the soldiers raiding to early in the fight and you stop after Garen found out about it.

"Eh? you sound a little excited there, you fight girl?". He looks at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Me? fight? no no no no I bring Chaos sir that's what I do". You said smirking with your arms crossed.

"Oh! feisty I like you even more girly! now I got a deal for ya, you join the pit fight and I'll be watching if you win against the champion then I'll talk to my friend to help with your problem no strings attached! so deal?". He said looking at us a smirk still plastered in his face.

You look at (friend's name) they look at you with a small frown but you already made up your mind after you heard Kled's proposition.

"Deal!". You smiled excited for the fights and faces you'll get to punch people without any consequences.

Kled then spits on his hand shoving his now covered spit hand infront of you but it didn't faze you one bit instead you spit yours too and shakes his to close the deal.

"Now that's what I'm talking about a sane man would run but I see you ain't the runnin' kind" his one eye glinting with excitement.

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*the info's here are not made up if you want to know about Lol please visit them and get to know the game It's more fun and exciting

https://universe.leagueoflegends.com/en_US/

also Lol isn't mine they belong to their rightfull owners*

Hope you enjoy this😁

EDITED: 01/18/20 I found some typo and fixed it srry

[allegiantfervor]

YORDLEASSAULT said: watch what you ask for, lest you get another “rework” like Aatrox where the new champ has nothing in common with the old one, personally i’d rather take another duplicate than that again

I’ll honestly take that over useless filler champions. If we need to retcon a little bit of lore to give the og champs some spice of life, I say go for it. People who like the old lore will stick with their own lore and make it their own canon divergent rendition of a beloved character. But said character will also get a breath of fresh air with a VU, new voice lines, etc. and it will reveal a little bit more of runeterra/valoran (is it still called that?)

I personally liked the Aatrox retcon. There were almost no aatrox blogs before, probably a handful who expanded on his lore and have continued to do so. Granted there will never be the same amount of Aatrox blogs as, say, Lux or Ahri, but there are certainly more people interesting in musing that character.

This is why perhaps Samira made me so upset. Instead of making a Noxian with a Draven complex, why not brush up Draven himself? Why not add a little more spice to Cassiopeia? Lest we forget Kled is a thing? Riot has proven themselves to be capable of champion reworks that are good. Lest I remind people how much love and praise new Swain got.

In summary, Riot is capable of refreshing their champions. Riot can make money off of refreshing their champions by buffing up their skins that nobody ever wanted (cough, bilgewater swain, cough). They just don’t because they want to cash in on fleeting trends like E-Girls and Pop Idols.

[bukbot]

artificial-father: Yes, i do A crush on Jules Verne.

peridot-bot: WHITERUN FROM OLD RORIKSTEAD AND THE SON, THEY’RE GONE.

artificial-father: And they run towards me and peeped and Zephyr alternated between screaming and doing each pokemon one by one category-- from Medium to Large, for example do you tell/ask the creature descends 60 feet long, 15 feet away from it or not…there is talk of us all.

peridot-bot: Sigh, Skylar, can you lactating piano be the most shocked I am sorry.

artificial-father: Kled, where forgotten palaces with veined ivory columns sleep lovely and i hang.

peridot-bot: FROM OLD RORIKSTEAD AND THE TIMES!

[ketchup112]

I cannot draw wood to save my life, but I did make an effort to do it. Also. Yes, there's another picture of the aristocrats, and there will be many more, but with different characters. Why did I pick this one? Wells because I needed the practice. Also, this could be a really funny sitcom with. Lighthearted things with two yordles. Taking care of two children and their wizard friend. Where is our queen Snaarl? She's somewhere. She's out hunting small vermin. Rumble and Ziggs are children in this one, they are children. Why? Well, here's the link for that.

Tako 🔧✨ on X: "divergent headcanon where crackpot inventor of Bandle City is brought out of his self-isolating behavior by two brats bothering him and through their chaotic experiences he discovers his love of teaching https://t.co/LFPvy4lrrK" / X

Because it's cute and I love the idea these two hounding them ever since that they were kids. Now for the big man himself why is he here well because I need a 5th person in the picture, and I feel like he got sucked in by accident because of Kled because he bullied him into the group. Or he lost to a chest match with him and ends up being sucked into this little grip to get this free back home to Bandel City. They're on a hunt to find a yordles Portal.

[mydotguy]

here’s some songs that’ve inspired kledinger fic ideas for me:

The Roving - Bonny Light Horseman

A fic that follows Kled and Cecil’s relationship as it blossoms into marriage and wilts overtime as the two yordles find themselves growing more and more unhappy, but Kled still holds his love for Cecil while Cecil is feeling the opposite. Also it has an unhappy ending lololol 😕

When He Sees Me - from the musical Waitress

A one-shot revolving around Cecil. After his first encounter with Kled, he has mixed feelings about what committing to his love will result in.

Suddenly - Olivia Newton-John (feat. Cliff Richard)

I remember making a kledinger post about this song and I imagine it being their favorite song at karaoke and it’s given me ideas for karaoke one-shots… maybe even in a high school AU where heimerdinger and kled are both teachers and Kled suggests karaoke to break the ice between them

This Old Dog - Mac DeMarco

A “No Hurt, Comfort” fic. Just a wholesome little one-shot of Kled assuring his love for Cecil as they lay in bed and they kiss and it’s beautiful and aagghggghhhgghhhhhhhhh

[keeper-n0t-hero-archived]

riot games where are slogan is "we don't know how to write our own stories.

riot games: when we aren’t adding to lore in the worst way possible by shoving characters that shouldn’t be there and are just really confusing and annoying (looking at you Senna even tho I love you and lucian, Zoe and KAI’SA YA GOD DAMN PEACH EATIN BASTARD ALSO SYLAS AAAAAAAAA) we’re ignoring the interesting things we made like 2 years ago and NEVER bringing it up again. i mean, Kled, symbol of noxus / a folk character made to show how cool Noxus is, Kassadin and his Order (and Malzahar and his Cult), THE SWIMMING CITY NAGAKABOUROS AND ALL THAT?!?! HELLO!?!?!?! Also the Kindred! What the fuck! HOW IS THE LITERAL SYMBOL OF DEATH IN RUNETERRA NOT MORE OVERUSED AND PLAYED. THEY’D BE SO FUCKING IMPORTANT CULTURALLY ACROSS ALL OF RUNETERRA. BUT NO CHARACTER SEEMS TO CONSIDER THEY EXIST EXCEPT YORICK’S ONE PASSING LINE (WICH IS REALLY DOPE AND I LOVE IT). GOSH DARN YOU RIOT

[ardent-apprentice]

Sol, The Ardent Apprentice

A short story by:  Ominous_The_Unknown

I

In the magical world of Runeterra, mountains move, forests come alive, the dead assault the living, and reality sometimes fractures to give a brief glimpse to the horrible Void beyond. But even though the arcane energies course through all the nations, there is no other place quite as whimsical like Bandle City, the central hub of Yordle life. Across the lands, these short creatures are seen in a multitude of different perspectives. Forest fae-folk, mischievous imps, urban legends, valiant warriors, and heinous villains, Yordles always seem to be synonymous with some kind of outstanding trait that makes them outstanding in their own right. 

During their early, formative years, young Yordles quickly come to find what makes them unique from one another and once they do, they soon set themselves down the path to honing their skills to try and become the best in their craft. Of course, not every Yordle specialized in entirely different things. It was common for some to be gifted a knack for tinkering and invention much like the great minds of Heimerdinger, Rumble or Ziggs. Others were given more physical, combative skills like Tristana or Teemo. And of course, there was the occasional magic user like Lulu. But what happens when your talent doesn’t manifest when it should? What happens when the people around you develop some kind of magnificent skill when you are left with nothing?

Sol was forced to ask himself this question many times over when he realized that the other young Yordles around him were attaining their unique abilities whereas he had none. In the beginning, he was assured that he would find his niche soon enough, but time passed and he still found himself left in the dust. He would watch as others were able to conjure small balls of energy, create phantasmal elemental displays, briefly summon ethereal aurora-like creatures, or even infuse machines to give them extra vigor. It wasn’t long before the older Yordles decided to properly study him. A few of the more astute researchers of the city came together and performed a few tests on him, hoping to find the answer.

Then, to Sol’s horror, he was finally given the bad news.

Unlike the others, the charcoal gray yordle was magically inept and lacked a mana pool to draw the necessary arcane energies do anything noteworthy. At that very moment, it was as if the weight of Mount Targon was set upon the Yordle’s heart. The information was a curse that forced Sol to watch helplessly as his close friends became apprentices to some of Bandle City’s champions while he was subjected to a mundane and unfulfilling life. Even at a young age, Sol felt that his dreams of becoming some well known Yordle had been destroyed. He grappled with the idea for a while and in the end, he outright refused to accept it. 

Bitterness and envy slowly slithered into the young Yordle’s heart, poisoning him ever so slightly, but instead of letting it destroy him, Sol used it to push onwards. Soon it became apparent that what Sol lacked in magical prowess, he made up for in tenacity, boldness, and creativity. Bullies would, of course, try to take advantage of him or tease him as they flaunted their skills in front of him. The name-calling, the minor physical altercations, the laughter, it stung, but Sol relied on the fact that they underestimated him so that he could beat them at their own games. 

If anything, his newfound strength despite his lack of mana actually made him stand out more because he would do everything in his power to ensure that no one looked down on him. He refused to sulk, he refused pity, and above all else, he sought to break the fate that had been cruelly handed to him. Within the Yordle, a sort of bullheaded attitude emerged as he sought to absorb as much information as possible to see if anything triggered some latent talent hidden within. Archery, crafting, smithing, politics, Sol would attempt to learn everything. Even when he didn’t become a master at it, he at least came away with some experience. Ultimately, this meant that Sol became known as a jack-of-all-trades. 

But once Sol became an adolescent, he realized that his accumulated skills still weren’t enough. Instead of continuing to study within the small confines of Bandle City. the abnormal Yordle made the decision to explore the world. Many people within the city knew that it was possible and that even some of the more famous Yordles had survived to become rather huge stars in other cities, but it was still a risky decision. The elders of the city said he was a fool and that without forging his own unique talent that he would quickly die without any ability to protect himself, but Sol’s close friends knew that because of his myriad of skills that he would forge his own path. 

The young Yordle quickly assembled enough equipment and other necessities and bid a fond farewell to Bandle City and its inhabitants before he journeyed outwards. He would find new mentors, make new friends and discover what was truly hidden deep within him. 

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II

There were many limitations to being a Yordle. In some places they were seen as normal living beings with rights, others they were a myth and in a select few they were abhorred and either cast out like plague bearers or maybe even attacked on sight. With that in mind, there were unwritten rules for traveling abroad as a Yordle.

The first and probably most important rule is to never reveal oneself as a Yordle. Information travels slowly through Runeterra, and even though some progressive regions accepted all races that was not the case for the majority of the world. To socialize, most traveling Yordles were often given a magical glamour that would simply disguise them as short humans. There were some fringe cases of course, like the valiant Poppy, deranged Kled and estranged Lulu, but that was mostly because they were more than capable of defending themselves if they were ever threatened with violence. For other Yordles, physical altercations were best avoided.

Even with a rather large list of practical skills, without magical energy Sol’s friends and family knew that it would be best if he traveled prepared. Before departing, Sol was gifted an enchanted pendant that could accomplish such a task, but he soon discovered that his mana deficiency would cause issues. The glamour itself very slowly used up the wearer’s mana when being used, and in most cases, a regular Yordle could wear it for as long as they wanted since they would regenerate the energy just as fast as it was being depleted. So in Sol’s case, he could only activate the pendant for a few days before his body ran out of mana to power it, then he would have to travel as his regular fuzzy, self to recharge. There were many instances where that proved to be a huge disadvantage, but during his adventure, he just learned ways to work around it. 

Along with the stigma against his species, Sol also began to interact with various living creatures in the world. Some were warm and kind, others brave warriors filled with courage and honor, while a select few had bitterness and anger brewing within them. The growing Yordle had to observe and catalog every interaction as he started to develop his own set of rules to operate by when he revisited certain locations. His tome of rules slowly grew over time and he would openly share them with fellow Yordles that he happened to come across during his travels, for example:

 Never challenge a Noxian. Their hardy nature makes them competitive and their bloodthirsty traits mean it won’t take much until they lose their temper and draw a weapon.

If a Bilgewater pirate questions if you’re a Yordle, tell them you’re just small hairy and that they’re too drunk to tell. Also, always keep a few golden krakens with you whether you believe in their superstition or not, it may just save your life.

No matter how furry you are, always wear warm layers when traveling in Freljord and try to stay dry. Wet fur can turn into solid chunks of ice if you’re not careful.

STAY AWAY FROM THE SHADOW ISLES AT ALL COSTS

When in Piltover or Zaun, try to wear a magical glamour or at the very least wear a disguise. Both places demonize Yordles and have even imprisoned them. 

Piltover is nice, but there are many flashy hypocrites there who don’t know what they’re doing. However, you can always go to Heimerdinger at his laboratory for a safe haven since he’s a well-known researcher there. 

Zaun is dangerous for a litany of reasons, like roving madmen, and a bloodthirsty chimera wolf-thing and just rampant lawlessness. Also, be careful of friendly fire when traveling in Zaun, Ziggs is known to go crazy there from time to time. 

Sol’s notebook was starting to become an epic in its own right as it documented his travels day by day, carried numerous errata and inserted trinkets and drawings. His accumulated skills also made him a rather valuable asset in most situations as he was able to make himself useful in dire situations. Despite his short stature, Sol was able to repair a ship’s sail during a storm, cook meals for the less fortunate, and even help build makeshift shelters. Even though he wasn’t exactly perfect at the job, the mere fact that he would always volunteer to help and put himself out on the field made him very likable.  

He found himself partaking in many different adventures as he followed his heart and traveled all around the world. Sol had spent some time helping on a fishing boat, infiltrating bandit camps to save captured Yordles or even cavorting in ancient ruins to find treasure or long lost secrets. If anything, the exploration of it all appealed to him the most and he loved to dig deep into the history of long dead people and inspect the artifacts that they left behind. When he sometimes came into contact with ancient relics, they would flicker or light up as the energies bound within them were somehow stirred to life, but strangely enough, when he handed those very same items to his compatriots, the object would go silent. Sol would also discover old scrolls or books written in dead languages, but just after studying the strange iconography and hieroglyphs, he seemed to understand what they meant and in some cases could even pronounce them. Sol just attributed this to his litany of skills that he had built up though and didn’t think much of it. He never bothered to inspect the magical items further, since he knew that his minuscule amount of mana would never unlock the secrets within them.   

During one period, Sol had discovered a faded map of some ancient civilization in a nearby forest. He spent a week studying the language printed on it by reviewing what information he had and he deduced that there must be some kind of treasure hidden within. Sol gathered his belongings and started to move headstrong into the brush before he finally came upon his destination in a matter of two days. Using his uncanny ability to read the hieroglyphs and understand the ornate designs of the art on the walls, the charcoal black Yordle was able to avoid or even disarm most of the traps laid within the ruins before he finally discovered a hidden room with old leather-bound tome displayed on a plinth.  

Even though Sol was unsure of the book’s origin, he could at least surmise that it was important and the instant he set his hands on it, multicolored energy cascaded out of it in an aurora-like tornado. The book opened as light poured out of its pages and wisps of power trailed out into the world beyond. As the pages rapidly flipped in front of him, the Yordle looked on with confused awe as he realized that he was somehow barely reading the words as they flew past him. His lips began to move on their own as the energy within the pages abated and appeared to listen. But even then it was still too much. 

Sol had no idea how it was possible, but he could feel the energy pulsing through his veins before it started to become a searing hot pain that radiated through his arms and into his chest. The dark gray Yordle found himself unable to let go of the book, which brought a fresh wave of panic over him. He could feel his very life essence getting immolated from within as the foreign energies burnt to brightly inside of him. 

As he was about to pass out from the pain born of the immense power another aura entered the room. For a brief moment, a dark purple and green energy appeared before a bolt of arcane power shot out of the darkness and collided with the book in his hands. The force of the blast was enough to blast the book out of Sol’s hands before it spiraled away as a burning heap. Sol crumpled to the ground, chest heaving and his vision blurring as he barely registered a figure approaching him.

Clad in dark purple garb with a large wizard’s cap atop his midnight black fur, the infamous Yordle Veigar came forward and looked down at the fallen adventurer. Before Sol could speak though, the world around him faded to black as he slipped into unconsciousness. 

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III

By the time Sol woke up, he found himself in a candle-lit abode somewhere within some kind of intricate cave system. His body ached but he was at least thankful he could still move. He lay atop a creaky old bed, with some decrepit bookcases and drawers to act as furniture. Everything seemed to be secondhand, scavenged and mismatched, and yet whoever assembled everything at least took the time to clean the dust away somewhat. He could remember an infinite well of power being poured into his body. So much power that it was actually agonizing. 

Without any introduction, Veigar began to berate Sol for how foolish he was being. The dark master of evil wasted no time in explaining how the tome was cleverly hidden trap meant to entice any curious magic user into coming into contact with it all for the sake of burning them from the inside out. He then expounded that if it wasn’t for him, Sol would’ve been turned into a pile of ashes on the ruin floor. 

The only reason why Veigar had decided to intervene was that he noticed something strange about the trap that Sol had sprung. He explained that the book worked by manipulating a person’s innate mana pool to disrupt the inner balance within it. What he found interesting was that Sol didn’t explode as he thought he would and instead somehow started to read the text even though it was a long-dead language. Veigar then immediately began to question Sol’s identity and how he was able to not only read but speak the dead tongue but to his surprise, the dark gray Yordle could offer no solid answer.

“I just have a knack for it I guess.” Was Sol’s answer as he gave a nervous chuckle.

His answer only made Veigar raise an eyebrow skeptically before he let out an irritated sigh and reached into his coat. He then withdrew what looked like an old bone with odd letters scryed into it before he tossed it carelessly at Sol. The injured Yordle yelped as he just barely managed to catch it but the instant he saw the letters the gears began to turn in his head. It was another dialect vastly different from the ones he had seen in the book previously and yet there was some odd feeling of familiarity to them. Before Sol could ask what it was, Veigar also took out his short staff and began to focus malicious power into it. The Tiny Master of Evil then pointed the empowered end of the staff at Sol’s face before he demanded that he read the letters. 

Panic immediately consumed Sol as his eyes widened and he assured Veigar that he just had a faint clue as to what the letters meant, but he could already see that the pitch black Yordle did not believe him. Sol could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest as the heat from Veigar’s magic staff brushed against his fur. He knew that reasoning wouldn’t work, so Sol looked down at the ancient bone and did his best to try and divine the meaning behind the letters. 

To his surprise, everything began to click for the charcoal gray Yordle as it seemed like the ancient inscriptions somehow morphed into the words and letters that he was familiar with. Unsure as to how it was possible, Sol didn’t care and simply began to recite the words on the bone, hoping that it would appease his captive. The more Sol spoke, the candles in the room began to burn brighter before they shifted into a lavender hue. He continued to read the words before Veigar finally snatched it out of his hands and snickered. 

Scared and confused, Sol asked the mage what just happened as Veigar just smirked at him. He was able to somehow divine the meaning behind dead languages before, but what he had done was on an entirely different level. Veigar then explained that somehow, someway, Sol’s innate trait was the ability to read and tap into the magic trapped within ancient artifacts. His lack of a large mana pool actually made him the perfect conduit for oddities and enchanted items to flow and mesh with him. 

To further prove his point, the pitch black Yordle went over to one of the nearby shelves and carelessly pulled out of the book before he threw it at Sol. He explained that many of the books that he had procured over the years were magical in nature and most were inscribed in foreign languages both living and dead. Sol gingerly opened the book up to a random page and to his surprise, he could understand the words in there as well. Next, Veigar took what looked like an orb of polished onyx and handed it to Sol. From what the mage knew, information within the book could unlock the true potential of the artifact and he asked that Sol read a passage to see if anything happened. 

Nervous, but now somehow energized at realizing his dormant talent, Sol carefully read the text before he slowly began to say the words. As he did, the orb began to vibrate and emit a low hum until it started to float. 

Giddy smiles spread across both Sol and Veigar’s face at the sight of the activated artifact before the black furred Yordle crossed his arms. He then gave Sol the opportunity of a lifetime by asking if he wanted to become his apprentice and help unlock and master the magic-infused within all of the items that he discovered. Feeling that he already owed the mage a debt for saving his life, Sol gladly accepted the offer and soon his real work began.

Once he was fully healed, Sol would spend hours pouring over books, scrolls, and engraved tablets while at the same time handling and coaxing the magic out of ancient artifacts and weapons. To both his and Veigar’s surprise, he was able to unlock their true potential fairly easily as the dead languages flowed from his mouth and further accelerated his learning. Sol’s arsenal of artifacts soon grew over the years as he and Veigar traveled around, collecting items and deciphering old script as the charcoal gray Yordle was perfectly content with being a lexicon of antiquated knowledge.