I am Ashe, and I am a Marauder.

"... I don't know how I came to this. It started as a night quite unremarakable at its eve... had come forth with ill-stirrings from deep within the Freljord. The Winter's Claw was ravishing the settlements of the lesser tribes that traveled between the borders of the Avarosan and the mountains beyond. There was no time to waste. Making haste, I sent and a band of his barbarians to the northwest, to salvage what he could of the survivors, and bring them to the safety of our camps before the bitter earth could claim them. "I set out for the northeast, towards the hills where I knew the hold of the Winter's Claw was far stronger. Yet I traveled alone... After the Gelid Vortex claimed all of the Avarosan's deftest scouts save myself, I have grown accustomed to making such ventures on my own; I will not risk more Avarosan lives on a task a single pair of eyes can complete. I only wanted to confirm that the Winter's Claw was in fact behind the savagery. While I did not doubt it, from my sparse encounters with I knew any peaceful tribe was indeed in danger of her stampede - and the shedding of innocent blood was not something I would stand for. "Leaving to briefly oversee the remainder of the Avarosan, I reached my mark within a day's march, under the cover of dusk and my hood. I had expected to encounter the scattered remains of camps at the edge of the hills with foot prints in the frosty soil - signs that their inhabitants had fled - but what I discovered was far more unsettling. "Broken bodies scattered the hills, the ground soaked with red splotches of lifeblood. Remains of campsites were trampled and destroyed, food and provisions scattered to the wind. Livestock lay dead in the fields, and fences lay strewn as though rent with unbelievable strength. "I...It still hurts to see such destruction, even in my mind's eye. I did not feel my knees as I fell to the tundra, nor the single tear that streaked down my cheek. My stomach churned with pure pain and sorrow - if this was the work of the Winter's Claw, it was far more horrid than I could ever have fathomed. Whatever had brought to such lengths -- It did not matter. It was unacceptable, unforgivable. My fists clenched the hard earth, and I glared through the pain into the sky. " 'You will pay for this! The blood of innocents has no place in this squabble! You will - pay! I swear it!' ' Is that so?' "I gasped, turning. stood just behind me, unseen and unheard with my head clouded with pain. I scrambled back, clenching my bow and hastening to my feet - but before I could nock an arrow, he smiled. It was a wicked, unsettling grin, fangs and all. He wore the most cruel armor I had ever seen, and under a thick arm he held a helmet of cold steel. " ' What exactly is it that you think you can do to... the one who did this? ' He growled. I clenched my teeth - I was not prepared for this, and my heart faltered. " 'Are you calling me weak?' I nearly shouted, voice cracking - and he barked. Laughed raucously in my face. My fingers trembled on my bow, my whole body shaking with rage. " ' S-Stop it! This - Justice MUST be done!' " roared with laughter once more. 'And you think YOU can do so? Your pretty figurehead needs to sit comfy between your bodyguards and spew more niceties about peace and love and whatnot.' He sneered, and took a step towards me, his claws sinking into the soaked earth. 'There is no might in you. You know nothing of power. How can you achieve revenge?' "My parched mouth could not form a reply. Suddenly my throat was as dry as the frigid air surrounding me. And then came his deep, guttural chuckle. It sent shivers racing up my spine - but they were quickly edged out by a fire that had settled into the marrow of my bones. It was an urge to go, to fight, to kill. It was the Hunter's call - and my hands glowed red with its might, trembling with power. My eyes widened, and I stared at the werewolf. " '... You see? This is power... This is what you need if you wish to seek revenge for these fallen fools. Is this what you want, Queen of the Freljord?' " ...I could barely breathe. There was no room for thought when I stared into those blood red eyes. I could feel the fell energy coursing through my veins. I hesitated - thoughts of the Avarosan ran fleetingly through my mind - but they were washed away when I looked upon the broken body of a young girl, not fifteen feet away. Dried blood caked her face. My tears abruptly ceased. " 'Yes,' I heard myself say. 'Yes. That is what I want.' "... Weeks. Months. All passed in a blur of red and a flash of steel. I traveled with the wolf-man, learning his ways, growing stronger by the day. I tracked the Winter's claw with all of my skills, and he with his blood scent. I donned a dark helmet and fell, wicked armor - my identity would be hidden from the world. I set myself on the shelf - I would see my revenge through, I kept telling myself, and then I would return. I would return. "As time went on, these thoughts grew less frequent. More sporadic. And then, they ceased all together. "I continued to travel with him, but it was no longer in search of the Winter's Claw. Some gnawing part of me was conscious that the brutality I had witnessed was probably not caused by them at all. But my revenge, I would say. And then I would fight. I would kill, I would ravage. "... I do not know how I came to this. I am , and I am a Marauder. I will continue to fight with all of my strength, and make the Freljord a better place - through blood."

Originally posted as a comment on the Marauder and Warden skin announcement, but it got a very nice reply so I thought I would put it here. I really enjoy the lore of certain champions such as Ashe and Warwick because they are deep characters with rich settings and great potential for story telling. I think Ashe is one of few champions whose lives could be chronicled, incorporating all skins, in an accurate campaign. Anyway, done completely to show how much I like these skins and the champions!