Breathe in, Breathe out.
Breathe in, Breathe out.
His eyes open slowly.
Something is out of balance in the land.
Picking up his pike, he begins to move, his bones no less agile for his days of motionless meditation.
The totem would have the answers, he thought, so to the totem I shall go.
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Elsewhere, preparations were being made for one of the biggest spectacles ever held.
“Let my brother enjoy his fight to fix Noxus from within; he never understood my taste for a dramatic flair.”
“Nor did he ever understand the intricacies of deception and trickery,” said the deceiver, “He’s lucky Swain has such a tactical mind.”
“It doesn’t get better than this. After tonight the name Draven (487 RP) will be... esteemed across the globe.”
“Patience, dear Draven, nothing good ever comes from rushing a magic trick.”
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Meanwhile, down by the pond, the local pandas were up and about eating some bamboo, but the “hunter” was interested in something a bit rarer than your average Panda, and a heck of a load more dangerous.
He was hunting a Yordle.
Hours of patient waiting were about to pay off, because I’m sure you all want to see a trick.
As Panda Teemo (487 RP) went to go sit down and eat bamboo, the trickster set off to do his work.
Five minutes later, he was done, and the Panda was none the wiser.
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“I know what you are here to ask,” said the Totem.
“And your answer is?”
“Look to the pond,” replied Totem Maoki (260 RP), “but doubt your eyes at all moments. The eyes are privy to deception.”
“Will you come to assist me?”
“You know I cannot leave, I have been chosen to be the diviner. The visions swarm me with uncontrollable force, and this temple is the only place other than the institute which is both safe and has primal energy. I, of all people, cannot disrupt the natural order of being.”
“Then I will make sure to keep this place as your safe haven, and hope that you return to peace.”
“Thank you. Oh, and one more thing Grandmaster.”
“Yes?”
“Carry your old identity like a turtle carries his shell, it is part of your strength. Do not forget who you once were, Jax (375 RP).”
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“Time to get this show on the road.”
“Then I guess it’s time to make an appearance,” LeBlanc (395 RP) said ironically as she disappeared into the shadows.
“Subtle? Ha, I don’t do subtle,” he said while he rushed into the dark.
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“Nice try little fishy, but you can’t fool me that easily,” said Panda Teemo, “We’re more than just cute and adorable.”
As he said this, he began secretly correcting the damage that had been done. The trickster had replaced some of the poison in the dart with salt water which would implode the dart when Teemo inhaled, squirting it into his mouth.
Instead, the Panda insulated the dart with bamboo, and then filled the salt water with his signature poison. Now it would blast poison straight at Fizz (440 RP) but it would look like salt water.
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There he was, standing above the forest, ready to initiate mayhem.
On his way Temple Jax saw the entire axe activated traps and magic sigils; the plan was now clear.
They were going to destroy the southern ecosystems.
With the natural order of the Plague Jungles, The Fyrone Flats, The Voodoo Lands and Kumungu disturbed, magical creatures would seep out searching for vengeance on civilization; and the nearest ones would be Azir’s under construction Shurima, the Yordles beloved Bandle City, and Noxus’s arch rival, Demacia.
That could not be allowed to happen.
In one deft movement, he leaped to where Draven was standing and began to fight.
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