[Champion Concept] Kilbracht, the Greatsword
Credit to 1mpact of Devianart
Name: Volker Kilbracht
**Affiliation: ** The Highest Bidder
Role: Diver, Fighter
**Position: **Top, Jungle
Concept: My Goal was to create someone between the roles of a Juggernaut and Diver, someone who can fill both roles, but doesn't completely excel at either. Kilbracht will be able to get to you and deal some damage, and is rewarded for building health, but is gated by high cool downs on his basic abilities.
Lore
Money can buy anything. An elixir for extended life, a bribe to make a guard look the other way, a kickback to a noble to get your choice of legislation passed, or your basic needs; food, shelter, but there is one price that grants you all of this, but is the most expensive of all of these. The price of a mercenary, whose previous standing is unknown. Kilbracht, a man who stands with his company of mercenaries known as the Iron Guard. Notorious and famous in equal rights, Kilbracht’s old life if filled with mystery.
No one knows where he came from, and those who ask are generally found dead, but rumors will spread regardless. Some say he is the bastardson of a barbarian of the Freljord; easily explaining his massive size, others say he is the disowned son of a noble of Demacia, and yet others say he was the son of one of Noxus’s great generals, the most common answer due to his appearance was a parent from Bildgewater and another due to his weapon choice, Demacia. No one knows this man of steel appeared from, but one thing is certain, for his price he will grant you everything you need.
Safety, someone who will force a guard to look the other way, a man who will extend your life through feats of arms, a man who will get the most pure politician to do your will, or even better for the warring city states of Noxus and Demacia; a Warrior unmatched in his ability to strike both fear and admiration from enemies and allies. People flock to his stations with blades ready. And he delivers upon his price. All those who face him in battle but one have fallen, and the one who lived forced him into a stalemate.
He is man for whom money talks, and payment is required.
"The Coin first, then we will get to what you need taken care of. Ah, no buts. No pay, no assistance."-Volker Kilbracht talking to Noxian Client
Noxian Sergeant Garres Malekis's Memoirs
I remember the day of the battle well. The sun was shining brightly, our armor was shining in the light, as was the Demacians. The mercenary’s glinted but was not shining. His black black armor, and dark gambeson must have been blazing hot, but he didn’t seem to mind as he looked over where the General had decided to prepare his forces. The Demacians were being led by some ambitious, and arrogant, noble offspring, and had prepared their encampment directly opposite ours, their dust covered banner’s flying in pride-filled haughtiness that all Demacians carry. His helmet was at his side, his great sword resting on his shoulder. He looked at the amassed rival army, a grin on his face.
I remember him looking at me, “Pathetic aren’t they?” His voice echoed through the ranks. “Too proud for their own good eh? Perhaps they are those who are strong enough to have earned that pride!” He moved to front of my company, replacing his helmet on his head and raised his blade single handed into the air the placed it back on his armored shoulder. “I doubt there are many, but remember this Sons and Daughters of Noxus! The weak will die, and the strong will triumph! Do not mourn the dead, for they were weak, or they died with honor! Go now at your General’s command!” He returned to his post, his grin replaced with ruthless determination.
When the battle began, He immediately moved to the front. I thought he was dead, but he pushed back enemy lines as a whole, not even worrying about single enemies. Then he saw the enemy commander. She moved quickly, with the speed I have not ever seen. She killed several before the mercenary spotted her. He roared his challenge, and she accepted, commenting on his lack of skill.
She dashed about him attempting to strike when possible, but always to her annoyance she was met with the massive great sword, then when she briefly miss positioned, he charged her, shoulder first, she dodged the charge, and narrowly missed the following cleaving strike. All the while both were beginning to pour sweat, his muscles tense and looking like they would cramp at any moment, and her strikes growing more clumsy every time she was forced the parry the Zweihander.
The battle had ended before they had finished. We had spilled much blood that day, and had lost many good soldiers, but such is the price of war. I do not know how it ended, but rumors quickly spread of the mercenary and the Demacian noble, a women named Fiora, had called a truce, but both were eager to begin the fight once more….
Report on Mercenary Known as Volker Kilbracht, Field Hospital May the Demacia Stand Strong, Doctor Bremier Trausen
Physical Condition: Right arm badly wounded by spear. Muscle ripped. Applied salve, gave herbs to lessen pain. Wound bandaged. Numerous superficial wounds. The Captain reported him being the front against the Rakkor forces. Lucky.
Mental Condition: Erratic at best. Seems welcoming one moment, at soon as someone mentions his lineage he becomes hard to control and angry. He will be helping another wounded soldier at one point, then threatening to kill one of the guards for one thing or another. Dangerous at best, barbaric at worst.\
Treatment Duration: Will replace salve until the sound if healed. About three weeks, he will have to begin testing the muscle himself and regaining it's strength.
With all due respect, I believe this man is too dangerous to have in a our camp. He may be a good fighter but he may kill our own men if he feels provoked. No doubt he could kill several armed soldiers with his bare hands before being settled, let alone taken down.
He seems to enjoy the front, and it may give him a quick death. Nothing seems to be keeping alive but sheer willpower and luck at this point. Charging into a line of Rakkor? Madness. Can't deny he broke their line and allowed us to break their formation, but he may be a greater liability then an asset depending on how much the Lord payed to hire him.
Friends
: They share a heavy value put into strength.
: Similar to Sejuani, Kilbracht sees no value in peace, and has found employment with her on numerous occasions.
Rivals:
: Kilbracht and Fiora share a will to have a definitive end to their duel that happened years ago. It seems unlikely either would end up killing the other, and they have had agreeable conversation with each other. Appears to be a friendly rivalry.
: Kilbracht mock's Pantheon for his supposed mastery of war. Kilbracht resents all Rakkor for their believed superiority in war. Kilbracht also despises Pantheon for his attempts to gain honor, seeing honor as a fool's reward. They compete for the greater glory and would like to see the other dead.
Enemies:
: Kilbracht seeks to prove he is the better warrior of the two, and would not hesitate to try and kill the Darkin.
: Hated by Kilbracht for his Narcissism and extreme self-confidence, Volker Kilbracht would like Garen to face him combat and force Garen to put his self-confidence to the ultimate test.
Base Stats
Health: 584(+92.5)[2249]
Health Regeneration: 9.5(+.9)[22.5]
Attack Damage: 56(+4.5)[137]
Armor: 27(+3 Per Level)[81]
Magic Resistance: 32.1(+1.25 Per Level)[54.6]
Attack Speed: .625(+1% Per Level)[+18%]
Movement Speed: 345
Range: 175
Skill SetPassive|Innate: Zweihander
Kilbracht’s choice of weapon, the massive Zwiehander, naturally reduces Kilbracht’s attack speed by 15%, however Kilbracht’s auto attacks deal (15.5/17/18.5/20%) of Kilbrachts bonus health as additional physical damage.(Leveling up at levels 1,6,11,16)
Q: Vengeful Charge
Kilbracht charges in target direction, dragging all enemies struck and dealing (20/60/100/140/180[+5/5.5/6/6.5/7% Max HP, 50% Attack Damage]) physical damage, and slowing them by 50%, quickly decaying over one second. If Kilbracht strikes a wall, all enemies are stunned for (.5/.5/.5/.75/.75) Seconds, replacing the slow, and take an additional (10/25/40/55/70[+3/4/5/6/7% Target's Max HP]) physical damage. Slows decrease the remaining distance by 25%, including if they were applied before use, stuns halt Kilbracht's dash.
Hanging Point Guard does not decrease the range.
Cooldown: 15/14.5/14/13.5/13 Seconds Width: 180 Range: 600(450 if Slowed)
W: Hanging Point Guard
Toggle: Kilbracht brings his blade into a defensive position, decreasing his movement speed by 35%, however it also decreases incoming physical damage by (12.5/15/17.5/19/21.5%[+.5% Per 100 Armor]), and incoming magic damage by (10/11.5/13/14.5/16%[+.75% Per 100 MR]). Kilbracht deals 15% less damage while this is active.
Cooldown: 3 Seconds, Cool down Reduction has no effect on this ability.
E: Impale
Kilbracht's next auto attack increases his range to 250, dashing to the target, dealing (30/50/70/90/110[+100% AD]) physical damage to the target. The target is wounded for three seconds after the attack,and causing them to take (5/6.25/7.5/8.75/10%) of their missing health as physical damage per second.
Cooldown: 13/12.5/12/11.5/11 Seconds
R: Battle Fury
Passive: All other cool downs are reduced by one second for every auto attack.
Active: Kilbracht becomes infuriated, removing all attack speed slows, including his passives for five seconds. During the duration all of Kilbracht's attacks become reckless, sweeping motions, striking and dealing full damage to all enemies in a 70 degree arc infront of him, and applying on hit effects. Additionally, Kilbracht gains 25/30.5/36% bonus movement speed towards enemies champions.
During this time Kilbracht's passive cooldown reduction is doubled.
Cooldown: 90/75/60 Seconds Range: 650
Quotes/Voice Over:
Selection I will show them the might of the Iron Guard.
Movement
Honor has no place in my presence.
I bring only death.
Break their ranks!
I. Am. War.
Do not test my patience.
I have no time to waste here!
Lead me to them, so I may render my judgement.
Take me into battle!
No one questions my past.
Fear begets cowardice, cowardice begets death.
Bastard son of a bastard son....
Witness by blade!
Death is a better warning then injury.
The time for words ended before this started.
The strong live to rule, the weak to serve.
War is part of nature.
Books and stories have their place, but it is not the battlefield.
Cowards are beneath my contempt.
Face me, and die.
I will shatter their shields, destroy their ranks, then take their heads.
Coming Under Attack
Striking me is asking for death!
Your strikes are less then pathetic.
I will shatter your spine!
Damn you!
I..WILL...END...YOU!
STRIKING ME IS A PLEAD FOR DEATH!
AGH!
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Attacking
RAH!
RO!
ERAGH!
Witness my steel!
Bleed for me!
I will end your pitiful existence!
You are nothing!
Lumber before an ax!
Killing Champions
Grain before the scythe.
Almost worthy of contempt!
A peasant was more dangerous then that!
What a waste, dulled my blade.
What a waste of energy.
What a pathetic excuse for a warrior.(Melee Champions only)
What a pathetic excuse for a ranger.(Ranged Only)
Your resistance was brave, but fatal.(Shut Downs)
A bloodied blade at last!(Shut Downs)
A warrior worthy to die by my hand!(Shut downs)
Using Q:
FACE DEATH!
TO WAR!
FACE ME!
COME WITH ME TO HELL!
**Using E: **
Bleed before my eyes!
Perhaps a wound will teach you!
Death to all who oppose me!
Form a line for me!
Using R:
YOU WILL ALL FALL!
YOUR STRENGTH IS NOTHING BEFORE MY OWN!
BLOOD AND GORE! A MASTERPIECE!
DIE! ALL YOU YOU!
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