[Mount Targon Champion Concept] - Durum, The Colossus

*Lore: *

Atop the peaks of Mount Targon lies a boy training furiously lips cut open he feels blood pooling in his mouth. He spits it out as his enemy draws near temporarily blinding them. But that does not stop this enemy his eyes are that of a beast he merely walks closer and closer to the boy. The boy is paralyzed with fear he knows he cannot beat this enemy but he knows running is no option either. Then out of nowhere the enemy is on top of him a barrage of spears come flying in front of his eyes and all he sees is death.

Pantheon: "If this was real combat you would have died at least 10 times over."

Young Boy: "Yes I know but what am I supposed to do against your strength you are the strongest within the tribe I have no hope in beating you."

Pantheon: "It's not about being the strongest its about never yielding in the face of danger and pushing forward with a smile even if it means death awaits you."

Young Boy: "Yes I know that because we are of the Rakkor Tribe fearless warriors but why do we fight for what purpose? Everyone in Runeterra knows of our power and no one dares try climbing Mount Targon knowing we are there. So why do we continue to practice fighting on and on everyday, I'm sick of it!!"

Pantheon looks at the boy he's eyes show that he is furious at his disciple for questioning the ways of the tribe but he knows the boy holds a grain of truth to his questioning. He walks over to a small tree and sits down underneath its shade leaning his back against the rough bark and looks to the sky before he speaks his next words.

Pantheon: "Boy your words do hold some truth to them, but let me first ask do you know why our tribe has become the way it is today?"

The young boy looks puzzled by the question he answers with "We have always been this way since the first of us climbed Mount Targon to claim it as our home."

Pantheon: "Come sit down boy let me tell you a tale few know even within our tribe of how we really came to be."

It was long ago before the names of Demacia and Noxus even existed and the world of man was ruled by the power of the gods. Our people were once peaceful nomads roaming Runeterra in search of the gods to ask for guidance and show us the truths of this world. They wondered far and wide to the farthest reaches of Runeterra and beyond eventually they sought Mount Targon as the gods domain and traveled to meet them. The journey up the mountain was cruel cold harsh winds froze many along the mountain's path but the few that reached the summit were graced by what seemed to be paradise. The peak was a world far apart from what they had journeyed through it was a lush grove forests, great plains, meadows and at the center of all that was a glimmering lake crystal clear that reflected the sky in a more vivid color than they could normally see. This was what our ancestors had been looking for this place was truly the god's domain. So our people waited for the god's to come and teach them the guidance they yearned for. Weeks turned into Months, Months turned into Years, Years to Centuries but still no gods came to our people however they still waited praying everyday that the gods would led their people into salvation. But not all were so patient there was one young man among them who did not want to wait for the gods he wanted to explore the world in search for his own answers and guidance instead of waiting for another to give him the answers he desired. This young man was named Durum an orphan within the tribe he set out down Mount Targon the first to do so since our ancestors first settled there. He explored far and wide looking for the answers he sought. He saw how the world had changed since his people had shut themselves away on top of Mount Targon wasting their time waiting for gods that never came. He traveled to nearby a town seeing the wonders the people had created since the time of his tribes absence they had built great buildings and monolithic structures reaching towards the heavens almost as if trying to touch the gods domain like how his people had done. However the town was not Mount Targon it was scare of nourishment the land bare and dry. Women and children starving in the streets he felt pity for these poor souls and that was when Durum found his answer he was looking for he would help save these people if he could. So the young man went around from town to town preaching of the paradise from where he was born atop Mount Targon of the plentiful land and bounty that was there enough for everyone so that no person would starve or go hunger again.

Years passed as Durum spread his message throughout Runeterra and he felt his heart urge for the home that he had see so long ago. He would journey back to Mount Targon's peak and see what has become of his home and the all the people he had saved from his actions. Durum made the long journey back up Mount Targon he saw more bodies then he remembered littered along the pathway to its peak poor souls that sought his paradise but were still to frail to make it there, he offered a silent pray hoping that they may have found peace in the afterlife. As he broke the cloud line the entrance to his home he felt a cold shiver run down his spine he was walking faster now then he was sprinting like the wind to see what this ominous feeling was that lurked in his heart. What lay before him as he reached his home made him fall to his knees tears running down his face. The paradise he had once know was all but a memory the lush forests chopped and burned to the ground, the plentiful gardens and meadows barren of any life, the fertile plain soil beneath his feet dry as desert sand. His home had become a nightmare what had happened to his home the paradise of the god's domain. He struggled onward towards the his peoples village hoping to find answers to what had happened here. As he reached the hill overlooking the village his body was wracked by despair by what he saw before him. The once peaceful village razed ashes scattered the ground where buildings once stood. He walked through this shadow of paradise long forgotten wind blowing ashes all around them sticking to the tears on his face. His mind racked with questions of how his home had become this but then he heard a cry from over the ridge and rushed to see who could be alive in this sea of death. On top of the ridge he saw what had become of his people. Chained in shackles being forced to labor away clearing the forests, mining the ground of its harvest. And then he gazed upon the oppressors of his people they were the ones he tried to save the people he spread the message of this paradise his homeland so they man find peace there. He ran towards them rage consuming his body hurling him faster and faster towards his people to try something anything to fix this this was his doing. He was almost within reach of his people when Durum felt a piercing pain from his gut he looked down and from his belly an arrow sunk into the flesh blood pooled from the wound staining his clothes. The pain he felt was agonizing he could not save his people he was too weak they were too many so Durum ran he ran far from the danger he had brought to this place. When he could run no more he found himself at the edge of the lake in the center of Mount Targon. The pain was to much to bare for him he could not bare he wanted to die to rid himself of this pain knowing all of this was his fault. He crawled into the lake letting the waves take him in their embrace. He floated out to the lake and gently began to fall into a slumber the pain from his wound melting away his mind drifting off into nothingness but still the tears would not stop he could not rid himself of what he had done to his people. He began to sink into the depths of the lake prayer that the gods would forgive him that they would deliver his people from their current fates.

"We will not save your people it is you mortals that have done this unto yourselves, but we can offer you the power to save those whom you have condemned with your own hands. However this power does not come free you must bare the consequences of your actions, do you accept our offer mortal?" A gentle voiced echoed in Durum's mind he could not make out where the voice was coming from, but if they could give him the power to save his people he would willingly throw away his own life.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Durum screamed with the last of his breath, then darkness enveloped him.

Back within the camp where his people where held captive wails of agony echoed across the sky their oppressors laughed at the pitiful state of this people that never knew pain before they had arrived. They were thankful that they had stumbled across that young man telling of this paradise many did not believe his words but if what he told was true it was worth this risk of facing Mount Targon. And oh the risk was worth the rewards they had found paradise and it was all theirs for the taking the inhabitants that called this place their home didn't even put up a fight they welcomed us with open arms that was when they stabbed them in the back taking what they wanted from these people and forcing them to mine the lands for all they had to offer. They sat back and watched at their current state they were kings of this place no one could overthrow them they were truly gods. A massive explosion erupted from the lake further inland and a bellow from something silenced all. They could see something from where the explosion sounded and what they saw turned them pale as snow.

From over massive trees stood something towering over all the landscape is crossed it slowly lumbered its way towards the encampment with only one thing on its mind to annihilate all that stood in its path. He made the earth tremble with every step it took clearing the whole forest as it drew closer and closer. Wildlife ran in fear from this being, birds that circled high above the ground only reached this beings shoulders. He was within the encampment within moments the being began destroying all that stood in his way crushing the mortals that dared to attack it beneath his feet like bugs. The oppressors ran in fear from this being far away from Mount Targon and what had once been paradise. The villagers shackles fell from their bodies and they dropped to the ground on their hands and knees thanking the gods they had answered their prayers. But the giant being did not stop to watch these people his people he continued onward to the entrance of his homeland. He gathered two massive boulders along the way and flung them on either side of the narrow valley that led to Mount Targon's peak in between them he sat as a guardian to what had once been paradise, now it was nothing but ruins. There he would remain for all eternity to guard against those that would seek to once again harm his paradise. He silently sat there as the years passed his people would come every so often to look upon this strange creature that had protected them in their most dire time not knowing that it was once one of them and that it was the one who brought destruction upon their land. As time progressed he noticed his people becoming stronger learning the ways of the mortals that had brought death upon them and perfecting their art of warfare so that it would never happen again. He did not know what to think of this he was supposed to protect them from the outside world so they did not have too but how could he protect them from themselves. He thought for many years about what he could do for his people but could find no answer. If they were to fight those that had brought misery upon them then he wanted to protect them but he could not leave his resting place his swore that he would guard this entrance for eternity. It came to him to that his body could protect them even if he was not there. Durum then broke off a piece of what now was his body made of stone, metal, vines and pure rune relic. And placed it behind him. His people would sometime later take this piece of him and forger their relic weapons gifted to them by a colossus being set by the gods.

Pantheon: "So do you understand now why we must fight boy its is not about being the strongest in Runeterra just for the ego of being the strongest. It is to ensure that history is never repeated we must be the strongest to keep the outside world at bay."

Young Boy: "So does the Colossus still sit there to this day? Guarding us against those who seek to harm us?"

Pantheon: "Yes it does. Many say that it is not alive and that is merely a statue crafted by our ancestors dedicated to the gods. But as the legend goes if there comes a time that we are in danger it will come again to our aid, and i feel that time approaching."

Abilities:

Passive: Targon's Blessing

Every fifth or sixth auto attack or ability that damages Durum adds permanent bonus armor to his base armor. (Only procs with damage dealt from champions, minions and monsters do not proc his passive.) Increases at lvl 1/6/11 as following: 0.3/0.6/1.0.

Q: Mountain Pass

Durum throws two massive boulders forward in a straight line slowing enemy's caught in their path upon impact the two boulders deal AOE physical damage. Durum can then reactivate this ability within 5 seconds to be pulled in between the two boulders knocking up enemies within his path. When he is lodged between the two boulder it forms a temporary impassible terrain.

W: Relic Weapons

Durum uses the relic stones within his body to enchant an ally's weapon causing their weapon and himself to greatly increase damage based on whichever type of damage they deal (if casted on adc increases their physical damage if casted on mage increases their magic damage). Additionally if Durum self casts this spell on himself it grants him the increased damage and increased armor and magic resistance based on a percentage of his current armor and magic resistance.

E: Relic Shrine

Durum rips out a piece of relic stone from his body slamming it into the ground causing it to give off an aura of the gods. When first slammed into the ground allies gain a small percentage of health and mana back instantly based on Durum's maximum health and mana. It also gives off an aura around the stone that increases health and mana regen by a significant amount.

R: Shadow of the Colossus

Durum unleashes the power of the gods. Growing to immeasurable size Durum casts a shadow in an AOE field that initially greatly fears enemy's caught within the shadow. The shadow itself is an AOE blind that blinds everyone initially caught within the field and any that enter the field. Those staying within the field are dealt a small amount of magic damage over time. While in his ult form Durum cannot move or the ult will be broken however he can still cast his Q, W and E abilities. Though if he reactivates the Q ability his ult will be broken.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Durum is best when playing with additional support since he doesn't dish out much damage alone. He would be great in a support role be able to buff and heal his allies. He is best late game when his passive really shines but constantly adding more and more armor to him basically making him a walking fortress. He can also solo a lane against an opponent who is similar to Durum that builds tanky and doesn't deal a bunch of damage.

With that being said if he is shut down early or isn't allowed enough time to build to his full potential he will be an easy kill. His major weakness is the lack of damage in his kit he hes practically healing the enemy's with his autos it feels like.

C-C-C-Combo Breaker

Balls to the Walls: Q-Q-W-R-E-W This combo allows Durum to get behind enemy lines and block of their means of escape by making it a bad idea to cross his shadow with his ult activate amplified by the self cast W. If a team fight does break out Durum can lay his E down to help heal his allies while the battle rages on. Finally casting another W on your adc will ramp up their damage making them easy pickings.

I AM SIR TANKS A LOT: Q-W-E-Q-W Throw the boulders behind your enemy making them think twice about escaping thus forcing them to engage. Once engage upon self cast W followed up by E to make it nearly impossible for them to kill you. If they think about escaping reactivate Q to knock them up from their escape route and be blocking their escape path. Cast W once again this time on yourself or ally depending on the situation.

Physical Appearance

I picture Durum as a giant stone metal moss bark covered giant really. With vines falling from his shoulders and roots hanging from his stone feet. Also with some kind of water aspect like running down his head or back or something. Here is a picture bet you can't guess where its from. See attached file.

Write back with feedback anything is appreciated. Wanted another Mount Targon champion we only have these guys makes me .