[Champion Lore] Tale of the Body Snatcher

Hey all, this is a story I've written about my new champion concept, Syril the Lightbringer. The main page is here.

Whispered conversation in an alley. "Okay, now, you didn't hear this from me, right?" "Right." "So, this is what I heard..."

It's around midnight, couple of years ago. When all the 'disappearances' were happening. An older man goes missing, no surprise there. But his son goes missing, too. Now, this is where it gets strange - the son reappears, starts picking up where his daddy left off, in the business of magic. Now, this kid was never a fan of his father's work, and if you went deep enough into the woodwork, you knew that he was also exchanging information on his father's experiments with his rivals. The father used him as a test subject, wanted to make sure that'd stop. This ain't Demacia, so it's not like the kid can go to the law, so he made his own way. Good at 'em. Anyway, the father wasn't liked, and his rivals took everything they could get their hands on to stop his work. They knew when his shipments were arriving, made bribes. Those supplies he did recieve were often faulty, and he took out his frustration on his son. Eventually, after a particularly nasty beating, the kid spills his guts. The father got all calm, and made the son tell him everyone he met with, what they looked like, how they met up, where, everything. The kid asks, "What are ya going to do?" "To you," the father says, "you'll help me with one last experiment to show them who they're messing with," and knocks the kid out. Now, this kid ain't stupid, so when he wakes up and isn't bound yet or anything, he books it. He went to one of his father's rivals, told him the story, and was promptly kicked to the curb. Father and son went missing the next day. So the kid shows back up, goes around to all these men he gave information to, tellin' them he's got some real news to share 'bout his father's experiments, but he's gotta get the last coupla things from the laboratory to mess things up. Next day, all those men are dead, minus one, who's soon to be. Labs smashed, artifacts destroyed, magic running wild in the cellars of twelve of the most powerful sorcerors in Noxus. The one who got away with only a broken limb or three, plus some ribs to boot, managed to make his way to a healer, who got the whole story outta him before the man succumbed to some sort of magical fit. Turns out the old man finished his experiment after all - he killed his own son, then killed himself, but had a magical ritual set up to take over his son's body, and got all his vengeance in one fell swoop.

"...Rumours on the street now are this kid's started up a cult, some heavy magic going on there, but I don't get close to that stuff, put your ear to the fire and you're like to get burnt, eh?" "Yeah, thanks for the time man." "You didn't hear this form me though, right?" "Right."