[Champion Concept] Adorna, the Sonoran Concilator
#Adorna ##the Phantom Strider
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Summary
Attack ■■■■■■■■□□□ - [7] Defense ■■■■□□□□□□ - [4] Ability ■■■■□□□□□□ - [4] Difficulty■■■■■■■■□□ - [8]
#Primary Role Marksman
#Secondary Role N/A
##Gender Female
##Race Human
##Resource Mana
#Short Lore
A fearsome guerilla leader throughout the Ionian conflict, Adorna's village was one of the first besieged in the war. Noting it's location in a strategically important yet difficult to traverse pass, Adorna led missions to sabotage supply lines by Noxian forces as they continued to push into the province. Condemned a terrorist by the occupying forces and nicknamed the 'Phantom Strider' for her almost super-natural capability to fight in multiple locations in quick succession, she sowed chaos during the Noxian retreat, leading her forces in open assault against the demoralised foe.
Overview
##Overview
Adorna specialises in fighting around the enemy. Her kit encourages being where the enemy is not, as she is capable of beating a quick retreat when it is necessary, dodging away from fighting, and wearing down the enemy through attrition. Particular note is drawn to Adorna’s ability to quickly remove enemy minion waves, allowing her to gain a strategical edge over her enemies. However, she must be wary of engaging a fight head-on, as she lacks the straight-up damage or burst capacity of many of her marksman compatriots, leaving her sorely outmatched in a teamfight. Because of this, it is recommended that Adorna instead combat the enemy by superior wave and objective control.
#Base Statistics
Health: 532.8 (+85) HP/5: 5.42 (+0.55) Mana: 268.8 (+40) MP/5: 6.97 (+0.5) AD: 54.46 (+3.1) AS: 0.638 (+2.5%) Armor: 23.38 (+3.5) MR: 30 MS: 335 Range: 525
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/71/71450-5769510095214c3f9082a3f04abc056d.jpg #Passive ##Resonating Glaive
Adorna’s autoattacks resonate, causing enemies behind the primary target to take additional damage in a cone equal to 20/35/50% of her total AD. Enemy champions take only 50% of the additional damage.
Furthermore, if Adorna were to deal damage which would exceed the health of the target when it was struck, the excess damage is added to the resonated cone. This value cannot exceed 25% of Adorna’s total AD.
Cone Width: 45/60/75 degrees Cone Range: 250
Notes:
- This passive ranks up at 1/7/13
- The main target of the attack does not take resonated damage.
- The cone does not apply on-hit effects.
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/100/100863-0b0462ec59e3a375e490112ebb6d1134.jpg #Q ##Oscillating Bomb
Adorna throws a bomb at target location, dealing 50/80/110/140/170 (+0.5 total AD) physical damage and marking all units hit for 4 seconds. Hitting a marked unit with an allied non-minion autoattack will cause all marked units within 500 range to take 25/40/55/70/85 (+0.25 total AD) physical damage. Oscillated damage on champions will consume the mark on the champion after 1 hit.
Cooldown: 8 Mana: 60/65/70/75/80 Range: 750 Radius: 300
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/73/73019-bb8c25aa55883fded421158d0fe841dc.jpg #W ##Concussive Charge
Adorna throws out a Concussive Charge which will explode after 0.5 seconds, dealing 40/75/110/145/180 (+ 0.5 bonus AD) to all targets hit, knocking them up for 0.5 seconds, and pulling minions and monsters 100 units towards the centre.
If the Concussive Charge instead hits a wall, it latches on and destabilises it on detonation. This causes a line of debris to fall after 0.5 seconds in the direction from which the charge came. The debris remains for 3 seconds, preventing normal movement across it and causing enemy units who dash across it to be slowed by 40% for 2 seconds. The debris can be destroyed with 3 autoattacks.
After debris has fallen, that area of wall is too unstable to hold another charge for the next 120/105/90/75/60 seconds. (The way wall is divided will likely be smaller than the area for Talon's E)
If Adorna is hit by the explosion, she will gain 30% movement speed for 2 seconds.
Range: 800 Mana: 40 Charges: 2 Charge Cooldown: 20/18/16/14/12 Explosion Radius: 250 Debris length:400/450/500/550/600
Notes:
- There is a 1 second delay between throwing charges.
- This ability has no cast time.
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/100/100788-4f4e77e91dd774027459cf5855e070e0.jpg #E ##Echoing Flare
Passive: Adorna's autoattacks gain 10 (+0.05AD) on-hit damage.
Active: Adorna fires a flare in an arc towards target location. On detonation, it will reveal the area for 1 second, before leaving behind a pulse that pulses every 0.5 seconds for the next 4/5/6/7/8 seconds. Enemies hit are represented as red blobs, and their positions will be updated every time they are hit by the pulse. They are not targetable unless actual vision is granted of the area.
Range: 2000 Radius: 800 Mana: 40 Cooldown: 50/45/40/35/30
https://www.hiveworkshop.com/data/ratory-images/71/71333-9b11c8d1c473b7a0328216c5124b34e8.jpg #R ##Dissonance
Passive: Adorna gains 20/30/40% attack speed. This bonus is doubled when not attacking champion targets.
Active: Adorna projects a projection of herself which is freely controllable for up to 12 seconds. For the first 4 seconds, the projection has a 15/20/25% movement speed boost, which decays down to 0% over the duration. If the projection is headed towards an enemy unit or structure, it will retain a 10% movement speed boost as long as it is so. When the duration ends, Adorna is blinked to its current location and gains the doubled passive attack speed boost regardless of target for 8 seconds.
Killing minions will reduce the cooldown of this ability by 1.5 seconds.
The projection is controlled with Alt+Right Click. Reactivate to blink to its current location.
Cooldown: 110/95/80 Mana: 100
Notes:
- This ability has no cast time
- The projection ignores unit collision.
- The projection cannot pass through terrain.
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#Extended Lore
The sun shone lazily on the small thatched cottage, the wind drifting softly through the branches of the half-shorn trees. What few leaves remained were a hue of golden brown, though many more decorated the forest floor, crunching noisily under the footsteps of the passerby who trudged with heavy footsteps through the foliage.
Pausing to rest an arm against a tree, he removed a hand-drawn map from a pocket within his leather traveling coat, peering at his surroundings. “They told me it was so…close…”, he muttered to himself. Cursing under his breath, he sighed softly, trying to convince himself to continue. He wouldn’t have another chance, of course. The funds for his research expedition were close to exhausted, and if didn’t find whoever he was looking for now, he would have little to show for his efforts. The traveler sighed again, thinking of the mockery he would endure when he returned to the University for Grand Advancement back in Piltover.
The traveler was consumed by his thoughts when he heard a faint buzzing, the slightest sound of dissonance in the crunch of the leaves around him. Snapping out of his throughts, he moved his hands to his sheath, within which lay a gilded sword inlay with intricate circuity. He cursed his luck again. To be forsaken by bandits at this hour would be to add insult to injury. He was so intent on looking around him that he failed to notice the snap-crack behind him.
“Hello there”, he heard. Whirling round, drawing his sword in the process, he turned to confront that which had appeared behind him. He had, unfortunately, done so so quickly that he had lost his balance, ending up on his back, his sword now pointed at the mysterious figure which had appeared behind him.
“Wh-who are you?”, he managed to stutter, immediately wishing he hadn’t.
The figure stepped forward, out of the shade of the few remaining leafed trees. “Calm, please. I am merely a local villager, and I had heard from those in the village that there was a lost traveler who was seeking the location of Sorrini Mountain. I do presume that is you?”
The traveler sighed softly, letting the unfamiliar sword drop to his side in the process. “I…I..yes, I am. I was looking for Sorrini Mountain…well, to be more precise someone who I believed to have been here. The infamous guerrilla leader known as the Phantom Strider.”
The figure, who was revealed to be a woman, was garbed in a robe not uncommon to those who worked the fields, though she also wore a large hat which concealed her features, boots made of some soft fabric, and an odd bracer-armguard combination attached to her right arm. Although he could not see her face, he heard her smirk softly. “The Phantom Strider, you say? Mustn’t have been a very good guerrilla leader, if they were infamous”, she said with a curious tone.
The woman stepped into the light, and tilted the hat such that it shone upon her face. She was fair, in an almost timeless sense, though her hair was short and tied back into a bun. A scar ranging over her left eye almost to her cheek caught the light. “I do know quite a bit about the Phantom Strider, yes. Legends and stories, all told. Most of the people in the area do. My cottage is only a bit farther”, she said, as she extended a hand to him.
The traveler accepted it eagerly. “Please, my name is Evan”, he said.
“It is nice to meet you, Evan”, the woman replied as she walked. “We don’t see very many people like you.”
Evan blushed softly. “That…that is true, I suppose. I’m a researcher, primarily concerning the Ionian Conflict. Something that is most curious to me though, is why the Noxian forces would choose to try and cut a new path through the Tefletian Forest at the foot of the valley, when a perfectly adequate pass existed here, through the Sorrini Mountains.”
He caught himself. “I do apologise if I am boring you”, he said. “My work is perhaps…overly academic in nature.”
The woman smiled. “No, please, it is most interesting. Do continue. But first, you may want to see this.”
They had stepped out of the wooded path, and had emerged onto a small clearing, upon which sat a small cottage. A harvested field lay behind it, where a patchwork scarecrow made of cloth and straw leaned slightly. Behind the cottage, several fruit trees lay at the edge of a drop, fenced in by some wooden railings. In the background lay the imposing height of Sorrini Mountain, from which a water flow crashed into a small pool by the orchard, before cutting a line between the house and the field, after which it once more flowed off the ridge. Small wooden bridges linked the orchard, field and house.
Evan gasped. The woman smirked at his reaction. “Breathtaking, isn’t it?”, she asked, as she opened the door. “Please, come in.”
The interior was sparsely furnished with simple wooden furniture, although a solitary candle-holder inlay with a single crystal hung from the ceiling, swinging softly with the breeze. The woman lifted a curtain which hung in place of a door, as Evan could hear the sounds of flint striking wood in what he could only presume to be the kitchen. Placing his pack down against a wall, he sat on a small chair, and looked out the window. The view was almost picturesque in its existence, from the soft chirps of the birds which flew past to the gentle mists which surrounded the peaks of the nearby hills.
The woman returned, once more lifting the curtain which split down the centre, holding a kettle. “Please, if you have any questions, do ask. I have made some tea”, she said.
“Thank you very much, madam”, Evan replied. “I’d just like to know about the Phantom Strider – everything, if you please.”
The woman lifted the rounded cup to her glass to her mouth and softly sipped. “Of course. Where should I start?”
Evan paused, wondering where to begin. So many questions swirled in his mind. He sipped softly from his tea. One finally burnt its way out of the mists of his mind, revealing itself. “If you please, who-what was the Phantom Strider? Their presence in stories and tales from the war is noted, and there certainly seems to have been real inspiration for this…character.” He paused briefly, as he saw the woman give the slightest, almost uncatchable wince. “I’m…very sorry. I understand the importance of the Strider to the villagers, who I presume were all members of the resistance.”
“That is true”, the woman replied, “in both a literal, and metaphorical sense. I was a part of it, as were many others. The Strider, at least to us, is a feminine presence. Some say she was the learned daughter of the village leader. Others say she was a runaway in pursuit of her one true love. Still others believe she was one who came to them in their time of greatest need. I believe she was all of those things.”
The woman stared longingly into the distance. “After all, the world is so large – there are so many possibilities out there. Why limit yourself to just one?” she mused.
Evan jotted meticulously at his notepad. “I have heard of such from the villagers – in fact, all three of these. But what was it truly like to be around her?”
A brief moment of silence hung over them, the only sound being that of a wooden spoon as the woman gently stirred her tea. “It is hard for me – for any of us to say. I think that you could perhaps consider it a…state of being. At the very least, when she was around, I was not myself. She moved the village to action – to fight when the village leader wanted to surrender. I could only guess that she knew the importance of the pass – the quickest travel between the southern and northern provinces. She made us all know what we were fighting for.”
“But what did you do, as the Resistance?”, Evan pressed.
“We resisted”, said the woman, laughing a short, soft laugh. “Whatever we could. Raiding supply convoys, poisoning food, killing animals, even medical lines – anything to gain, and keep an edge in the war.”
“Dishonourable fighting, then?”, Evan asked.
The woman poured herself more tea, then moved to do the same for Evan. “Honour is the first thing to die in war – the honourable, likewise. There are no rules – only what they are willing to do, and what you are willing to retaliate with. Stand in the ashes of a thousand souls, and ask them if honour matters.”
“You couldn’t possibly be sayin-“
She interrupted him. “Yes. We knew – about the destruction of villages, the murder of those who lived there. Everyone here has lost someone – or knows someone who has. There is only one person who fights in war – you, and those who stand with you. On the other side is only the enemy. An amorphous mass with no feeling, no free will. It will feel no pain if you remove that which composes it, bit by bit, despite what you might feel if you were one of it. There is nothing to find, to fear. It is all one enemy, and it is a tumor upon the body of our land – our country. Tumors must be removed, in any way possible. Whether physically, by flame, or through magic. It cannot be permitted to spread. It will claim those whom you know – those personal, perhaps, but sometimes it has spread to far, and all you can do is pick up the pieces. It is justifiable.”
The woman paused to drink from her tea, then picked an apple from a hanging shelf and cut it in two. “Please, have some. It is our village specialty.” Biting into her half, she continued. “They would send ever larger patrols to clean us out – the best that they knew how. We lost people to that – friends, family. But it was nothing which the Strider would let go unpunished. Anyone we caught – those left after we raided them died painfully. It was toughest at the start of our struggle. Professional soldiers, we believed. It was not satisfying, not as much as the young ones which came later during the war. They died screaming, begging, in tears for their mothers. And to deny them that. It justified the sacrifices we made – to know that someone somewhere suffered the same, if not worse. The Strider struck hardest, fastest, when it mattered, almost as if to absolve anyone else from having to do the deed. It was the sacrifice that she made for all of us. And we are forever in her debt.”
Evan was stunned, almost failing to comprehend the magnitude of what he had been told. To him, it had become more than a matter of simple academic interest. “It could not have been so – truly you should have realized that the odds were stacked against you at every turn. You could not hope to win.”
The woman smiled resignedly, finishing her half of the apple. “We knew that – all of us, even the Strider. But we fought on regardless. Victory was never the objective – only making our defeat so painful to the enemy that they might as well have suffered one too.”
Sighing softly, she stood to face the window, where the sun hung low in the sky, the yellow rays now mixed with a smattering of orange. “It was the ones at night which were the most effective. She had an almost supernatural ability to be in two places at once – the only thing marking her movement being a faint buzz in the air. No footsteps – no anything, almost like a ghost. We found out eventually what it was though.” She moved to raise her right arm onto the table, revealing the bracer-armguard she carried.
Evan leaned closer to inspect it. “This…this seems like a sonic projector. If I’m correct, it uses the focusing crystal inside to distort sound – to create irregular wavelengths which can travel unprecedented distances.”
The woman nodded. “Yes. This is the tool of the village’s signaler, whose role is mine. During the war, though, our village’s one died in the first wave of their assault. No-one took the mantle until the Strider took the initiative. Within, she placed her very own crystal, one so very clear than it refracted the light of the sun into a thousand lucid rays. It was…beautiful, I would say. Inspiring, some others would describe. When the Strider disappeared, I took up the role.” She laughed softly. “I do not believe it is a stretch to say that I have much to live up to.
Evan watched as the woman stood up and stretched softly. She turned to him. “Do you have any further questions?”. She turned back to the cupboard, opening one of the small wooden shelves, which creaked lightly on it’s hinges. Within, Evan could see many implements, some rusted, others less so. The woman removed one from within, a blunted short sword with a red pommeled tail, and offered it to him.
“For you”, she said, holding it out. “One of the many remnants that the village have of those last few assaults. It was then that they turned their full attention to us. They always believed that transporting supplies through the mountain pass would be easier than cutting through the forest. It may have been so.”
Evan turned over the short sword in his hand, examining it closely through his hextech focusing lens. He held it by the pommeled handle, letting the blade dangle softly over the soft wooden table. “Impressive…”, he mused. “An officer’s weapon, I presume. At least of a moderate rank, given the intricacies within.”
Laying it down upon the table again, he turned to offer it back to the woman. “If I may, I have only a few questions left.”
The woman raised a hand, inviting his questions. “What became of the Strider then? At the end of the war?” he said.
“It’s…complicated. Prior to their attempted completion of the pass through the Tefletian Forest, they sent a large detachment of forces, in an attempt to force the village. We knew, all of us, their purpose. To remove us. And so the Strider told us to do something we would never do.”
The woman held the next word with an aura of shock – almost as if she was hearing it for the very first time. “Retreat.” To Evan, it felt almost as if it was a betrayal of everything she knew – all her ideals, all her beliefs, an unnatural act. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure how best to continue.
The woman lapsed back into the present, almost as if she had dismissed the ghosts of her past – from those days when the village was still at war, when fire burned through the skies and the earth ran with blood, sweat and tears – some of those from people she had known, perhaps all too well. That to do so was a betrayal. An unforgiveable one at that.
“I’m sorry”, she said, breaking the silence which had fallen over them. “We recovered from the shock, of course, but we took everything we could into a small encampment in the forest. When they came for us the next day, there was nothing – but they were brutal all the same. Everything consumed by fire – perhaps the reason why any structure that stands was built after the war. We left nothing behind, and they left even less. They explored the pass below, and by the time the moon had arisen, they had entered it’s narrowest portion. We sprung our trap then, with unbridled vengeance.”
She sat down once more, and sipped mournfully from her cup. “At the Strider’s command, we collapsed both ends of the valley. You see, all of us had been encamped on the slopes and had waited patiently for them to pass. When that had fallen, we did – as did all of us, for we had looted so very many – pick up our crossbows, and we rained down fire in waves of silent, black death. There were shouts, there were screams, but through it all, we kept firing until the last torch had gone out, and the valley was littered with shattered bodies and broken corpses.”
The woman allowed herself a smile. “We never moved the bodies. We took the armor, the weapons, anything that could even begin to compare as recompense. They lay there – they still do. We crushed the bones though – and let the flesh lie fallow. It is perhaps appropriate that the valley pass is now our most fertile zone. It is our rewards, as the spirits have permitted us.”
Evan raised his voice to interrupt, though the woman raised a hand to dismiss his claim. “I know what you will say. That we acted wrongly. That it was inhumane. Oops, I say to that. We worked wonders – the Strider first and foremost. She had led them there and through our – her actions, we had saved the people of our country from a torment of evil souls.”
Evan finally mustered the strength to speak. “The records show approximately ten thousand went in and-“
“There were. Ten thousand, four hundred and eleven. All men. We took care to make sure we did not count twice, with something which would not have a duplicate from each of them.”
“And what of the Strider?”
The woman cleared her throat. “Ah, the best part. They sent forces after her. Three hundred of their best troops. We had learned of it earlier, and were prepared to lay down our lives for her. But she would not permit it. She led them away, and into the cave systems through the mountains. They followed in hot pursuit. It was the dawn of winter then, you see. Unstable snow. We didn’t know whether or not it was by her doing, or that of nature, but there was an avalanche after a large explosion was heard after she entered and the three hundred followed.”
Evan perked up. “And? Did you ever find her? Did she survive?”
The woman sighed softly. “No. When the snows melted, we ventured in. Three hundred bodies we found, but the only sign of the Strider was that of her mask, and this very projector. The crystal too was missing. But perhaps it was for the best. To me, she was a state of being, and that was the purpose she served. After all, the day after the avalanche, they had called a truce – the cessation of hostilities. There was no need for the Strider anymore. And so, I suppose, she disappeared.”
“Surely the Ionian Council investigated? It would not be like them to let something like this go ignored.”
The woman laughed softly. “They did. They visited. Several, I remember. The darker woman, with the Mantle of Decorum. She was composed when we told her of the occurrences, though she seemed, at the very least, unsettled. The other one wielding it, with the floating blades, she seemed confident, though grim. Understanding – the price of war. She knew the sacrifices we had made – what we had done – all for our own survival.”
“They should have looked closer, at least, from what I expected.”
“They did not – or didn’t want to. To us, it made no difference.” The woman finished her tea, and offered to take the cup from Evan, who graciously offered it to her. “So please, if you could tell your tales, so that those who would need to know, do know – and to invoke fear in those who would otherwise forget.”
She turned to Evan, helping him up. “It is dark now, or it shall be soon. Though the roads are patrolled, it is best you return before dark.”
He caught her. “I never…had your name.”
She smiled. “My name is Leverre Adorna. And it is very nice to have met you.”
#Updates
V1.3 16/3
- Lore section added
**V1.2 - 3/14
Concussive Charge
- Now only pulls minions to centre.
Echoing Flare
- Passive on-hit damage reduced to 10 at all ranks from 10/15/20/25/30
Dissonance
- Killing minions now reduces cooldown by 1.5 seconds (from 1 second)
Thanks to Raxistaicho for suggestions!
V1.1 - 3/11
Concussive Charge
- Renamed from Psionic Shift
- Reworked.
Echoing Flare
- Renamed from Disruptor Arc
- Reworked.
Thanks to Echoing for suggestions!
V1.0 - 2/16
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#Closing Thoughts
