[League Judgement] Braum
Candidate: Braum, The Heart of the Freljord
Date: May 3rd, 22 CLE
###Observation
Braum is a titan of a man, no exaggeration about it. As he stomps down the halls with an almost oddly gleeful step, summoners blink and follow him. He's jovial, cheery, as if his induction today isn't going to be an arduous introspection of his life. What turns heads even further is his companion: A poro, obviously domesticated and of the Freljord variety. White fur, brown horns. Far unlike those of Demacia with their long, golden hair or the magma poros found in the magma chamber. (Note to staff: Halt construction. Magma poros are extremely dangerous).
Upon reaching the door, Braum pulls up his hand to twirl his mustache gently. His shield resting lightly upon the ground he smiles, biding his time and waiting for us to open the chamber at our leisure. If nothing else can be said, it is nice to have a candidate be extremely willing to cooperate. The last inductee (Vel'koz) had to be chained and dragged to the chamber with a runic lock covering his eyes. The damage to the chamber still hasn't been fully repaired either, although it's mostly cosmetic.
As the doors slowly swing open, Braum merrily trots into the darkness. The poro attempts to follow but is shut out by those massive doors. Whining softly, the poro trots in a circle before plopping upon it's belly, laying there until it's burly master returns.
###Reflection
Summoner Percy, one of the younger members who was given Braum's judgement to practice, stands in awe. He stands just outside of a homely cottage on one of the greener areas of the Freljord, cold as it may be. Percy remains perplexed until he hears a boisterous laugh behind him. Turning on his heels, Percy rubs his eyes as Braum stomps into view. He carries a large goat on one shoulder while waving to the summoner. Even stranger, his gear is nothing of battle: It's casual leathers and cloth. "Ah! Hello friend! I knew you would be coming. I apologize, I had to feed the livestock!"
Braum set the goat on the ground, where the plump beast lazily began to wander around the cottage. "Come in, come in! Your dear friend Braum has nothing to hide!" The summoner is continually perplexed as Braum opens the wooden door to his cottage, patting Percy into it with one heavy hand. The cottage is just as homely on the inside as the outside was, as anyone may expect. Pictures of Braum and an elderly woman hang on the walls from, what appears to be, vacations to Piltover, Demacia and other more technologically advanced areas. Ribbons and trophies from strong man competitions, cooking competitions and more.
Percy remained quiet, being lead into the kitchen by Braum, as he spied another figure. "Ah, mother! This is my new friend! He is from the Institute, remember? The one I shall be going to?" The elderly woman, soft of face but full-figured and a tad bit fat, inspected Percy. Percy was all the more perplexed as she gripped his left cheek and pulled, stretching his mouth as the young man watched Braum's mother peer at him.
"Braum, babushka, where do you find these friends? This one is all skin and bones, even more than that archer girl! Come, sit, you need to eat up!" She said, pulling Percy over to a pleasant little wooden table. Braum sat across from him as Braum's mother got right to work, yanking out pots and pans to make something equvivilant to a Freljord feast.
Braum waved a hand, Percy watching him with dumbfound shock. "You like poro, yes? Perhaps I can give you one! I breed them in my spare time. Maybe you would like one of the babies, aye? Little puff balls tha-" Braum's voice was halted as Percy raised a hand. One of Braum's fiery red eyebrows rose, watching the summoner as he cleared his throat.
"Why do you wish to join the League?"
Braum smiled softly, reaching over to pat Percy's shoulder. That hand rested there as Braum lifted Percy's hood, making eye contact with the young man. "My friend, this world is harsh. There are too many people with hidden agendas and knives behind their back. Even these champions in your institute have other motives. The people of Freljord, nay, of Runeterra deserve more heroes they can look up to."
With that, the world faded around them. Now it was Braum in his full armor, shield sitting next to the table, with Percy sitting just as he had before. "How...does it feel? Exposing your mind?" Percy questioned, Braum moving his hand back to his side of the table as he stroked his chin. How -did- it feel?
"Like...drinking goats milk, aye? You know that feeling?" he questioned. Percy, of course, did not. Slowly, the summoner rose and stepped into the shadows. Braum sat there for a good length of time, still pondering the question he had been proposed, before standing up and making his way toward the exit.
It should be noted that this scenario was not constructed by the summoner, Percy. Braum somehow had altered the judgement to present what he wished for us to see. Out of all our champions, only a handful have been able to change the judgement to this degree. (Jericho Swain being a key example.) This means one of two things: Either Braum is immensely powerful and the legends of his exploits are indeed fact...
...or he's an idiot.
