Alatus, The Sea Scourge

Alatus Passive: Hunters Grip - After an enemy champion Alatus has recently attacked is reduced below 75%, 50% or 25% health, his next basic attack or tentacle lash will briefly root the target in place. Q:Tentacle Lash - Passive: lashes out with a tentacle and damages a random enemy every 3 seconds (prioritizes champions). Active: the lashes hit the target every .5 seconds for 2.5. The passive lashes turn off while this move is on cd. W: Ink Burst - Releases a small cloud of ink that persists for 3 seconds. The cloud stealths Alatus briefly and dramatically increases his movement speed while blinding enemies in it. The movement speed decays while outside the cloud. E: Tidecallers Wrath - The tide surges in a small area around Alatus, slowing and damaging enemies and speeding up allies over 4 seconds. R: Scourge of the Sea - Channels the power of the Tidecaller for 10 seconds, basic attacks and tentacle lashes gain 200 range, extra damage, and can be done while moving. Alatus can walk over walls while the spell is active.

I am a strong warrior. I am the pride of my village in the sea. I drink in the fear I strike into every enemy that would threaten my people. It's just that...well I...the fear of death sometimes overwhelms me. I grew up on the stories the elders told of that place on the surface, the shadow isles, where death and curses make monsters of its inhabitants. Worse still were the stories of the deep and the trials of the Tidecaller. The horrors they spoke of with somber tones and quivering voices; angler wraiths and swarms of venomous squidlings, not to mention the enormous plias eels with teeth as long as your arm. Though those things haunted my imagination, nothing was more terrifying than waking up from that dream, the marai'elam, wherein I ascended to the top of the temple tower and shined the light of the moonstone down upon the hope filled marai. The dream you have when the sea chooses you as the tidecaller. I sat in my bed, frozen in fear, contemplating what lay in store for me, the newly appointed tidecaller. The darkness, the cold, and the monsters waiting at the depths. I told no one. I had no choice in it! It wasn't fair. Over the next few days I schemed desperately, trying to find a way out of this fate. I thought about the stories of my childhood, searching for something some detail, I wasnt even sure what, just something that would keep me from facing the horrific deep. Then I realized, the man we had for centuries obtained the moonstone from was a merchant. Every man has his price, I thought. People from the surface world obsessively prize even the most insignificant of jeweled trinkets from the ocean. I would bring him a chest of sea treasures worth more to the surface world than a thousand of the rarest Noxian jewels. I got to work: a vial of sparkling oyster jelly, the shedded crystalline eye of a faeshark, the radiant discarded husk of a glow crab, the beautiful mating plume of a sea crane, and the velvet red beak of a deep sea blood squid among many other things. Though they were commonplace and relatively easy to obtain for a marai, these objects held immense value to the surface world as they rarely washed up on shore. It was a chest worth a large fortune by the time I was done. Sure of my plan I headed to the ancestral meeting place of the tidecaller and the possessor of the moonstone. At exactly the same time, as he had for centuries, the mysterious merchant arrived at the cove where he would await the arrival of the Tidecaller. He wore a long cloak that concealed his face and all of his belongings. He walked up to me, eerily silent. Sounding as formal as I could, since i had not gone to the elders and learned how this ritual has been done for the last 10 centuries, I addressed him, "Bearer of the moonstone, I bring to you a lifetime of treasures, the jewels of the s-" "The dark glow of the Abyssal Pearl is not emanating from that chest, Tidecaller. I care not for your worthless trinkets. The pearl Tidecaller, quickly." "I...well..." "I have maintained more than 1,000 years of loyalty to marai for one reason and one reason alone. The Abyssal Pearl. Numerous foes seek the moonstone, dangerous thieves accosted me constantly throughout the past millennia, met only with my refusal, the edge of my blades, or the heat of my spells. Do not test my patience. The pearl, Tidecaller." "I...I could only bring you these tre- wait WAIT PLEASE!" He stormed off, visibly angry. I began to follow him, pleading for understanding. He lunged at me with incredible speed, grabbing my head and putting a glowing, ornate dagger to my throat. "Though you bear the markings of the Tidecaller,” he said through clenched teeth, “you have neither the respect nor the courage necessary. I have never seen the sea choose wrong...until today. Follow me again if you wish to die." "Please..." I fell to the ground as he walked callously away. There was no way I could overpower him. Realization began to sink in. My people would face a hundred years of darkness. The sea would surely extinguish us before another Tidecaller was chosen. The plias eels would feast without a moonstone to ward them off. As I sat tormenting myself, the sun began to go down. I looked at the glistening ocean in front of me in despair. I don't know how many hours passed. Lips almost touching my ear whispered in a delicate femininity, “I can help you.” My despair instantly washed away at the call of battle as I whipped around and unslung my trident in the same fluid motion. Before me stood a tall woman in strange, flamboyant clothes holding a magical staff. “Who are you?” I asked, trident poised to strike. The floating pink crystals in her staff swayed in gentle unison with her movements. “Someone whose interests have temporarily lined up with yours. The Moonstone, the Abyssal Pearl, the Marai. My name is...LeBlanc.”