Fiddlesticks Updated Lore Concept
The night howled, dreadful and weakened, As I went home to deal with what I must tend. My eyes, they tired and frail, they could hardly see that ghastly flare- That would leave me later with nothing to spare.
The bird appeared before me, subtlety and dying. In it's eyes it could be seen crying. Fear filled it, but deep within there was more. I could see it briefly before it tore.
Tore, tore, tore into my legs. The figure it flocked back to hopped forward on it's pegs. It was a frozen scarecrow, stuck in a chuckle. It laughed at me, laughing at my buckle.
In an anger, I stormed- Trying to hit the scarecrow as I was ill informed. However, it wasn't long before came the dark- That left me wishing I had never gone down that... road. "AAAHAAAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAA!"
From dimensions filled with nothing but dread and horror comes Fiddlesticks, the Harbinger of Doom. Legends from mages and supposed fallen celestial beings bring rumor of the reason behind the harbingers appearance. Dimensions doomed by destruction are said to be haunted by ghosts and spirits even the Shadow Isles dare not anger. Fiddlesticks is such spirits' supposed leader in a way. They do not obey him, but wherever he goes, doom is sure to follow. He often shows up before a cosmic, inter-dimensional threat comes and devours the dimension, leaving nothing but the lifeless, empty shell of a universe. Then, the spirits come and haunt the dead dimension. His reported appearances in Runeterra have stricken fear and dread into the minds of sentient life all across the planet. Those who accept the coming destruction of their dimension have taken to the streets to warn others, often seen as insane individuals. However, they have reason to be insane. Most that flock have seen his flock and can never erase it from their mind. The crows that would devour their flesh and bone, but only within their minds. Their nightmares were filled by the scarecrow specter and he could not be removed. All who have glimpsed the harbinger are doomed to insanity. Many have dared to hunt the harbinger, but such hunts usually end with nothing being found or the part never returning. Those who dare to stare into the dark and have they themselves felt fear and overcame it are the only hunters who remain in the wild chase. What would happen if the harbinger were killed? That is something the Harbinger Hunters, so adeptly named, are pressed to find out. However, how long will they last against a being said to bring unstoppable doom upon an entire dimension?
