Champion Concept: Incrin, The Lanre Whisperer

Hey guys, so a little bit about this champion before we get into it. I really wanted to makes something for league but I am not artistic nor musical. So I turned to the one place I have an ounce of creativity which is writing. As such, the focus of this champion is not so much on the kit but the dialogue and lore of the champion. I am just getting started on it and will be adding color text, dialogue, and a "placeholder" kit to give an idea of what this guy can do. For now, here is the general lore of Incrin, The Lanre Whisperer.

       Family man. That was how most people would describe Incrin. Unlike most traders from Noxus, Incrin prized his family higher than any amount of gold he could earn from his trade. Every time he left the walls of Noxus, Incrin would hire additional guards to protect his family to put his mind at ease.

Incin left on an unusually far but profitable trade expedition to the jungle of Kumunga where colonization attempts were progressing. He hired his guards for the amount of time he would be gone and set off.

The trip was long and uneventful. Incrin knew how to plan these expeditions. But the jungle of Kumunga was new territory for the experienced trader and it was anyone’s guess what would happen once they crossed that threshold. Incrin’s caravan marched on.

And then it happened. Beast appeared, never seen by Incrin before, attacking the caravan. Snarling blood lust which, unlike the bandits, could not be reasoned with. As Incrin ran from the carnage, he felt the beasts claw and darkness overtook him.

Incrin awoke to a strange figure tending his wounds. Once he could move the figure dissipated. He made his way to the city of Kumunga and arranged for passageway home. On his way back to Noxus, Incrin was attacked by bandits. However, the figure appeared and urged him to fight. He did so, unleashing the power of his mysterious companion. Incrin killed every bandit who tried to take his life. No one would stop him from returning.

When Incrin returned, his family was gone. The house was in ruins and his family was nowhere to be found. Now Incrin searches for his family with the help of this new power and will stop at nothing to find them.

        Let me know what you guys think and if you have any suggestions. I'll make sure to add your name to the post as it grows. I will probably make a new post once I have a complete project.


           **EDIT:** Just made Incrin's color text! Quotes and potential kit to follow. Let me know what you think!

The guard woke up with a start. He looked around, confusion and panic written on his face. He struggled against the shackles holding him to his chair.

“You can struggle if you would like but those bonds won’t come off,” a voice said from behind the guard. He attempted to turn around but his captor eluded his vision.

“Here, let me get that for you,” the voice said. Suddenly the guard’s restraints seemed to melt off. He got up from hair chair and turned around. His mysterious host was robed in a typical merchant’s atire, the hood used for their travels covering his face.

“Perhaps you think you can out fight me,” the guard said, sizing up his opponent, “but you’re going to realize you’re wrong.” His captor was slightly smaller than him. The guard charged. Suddenly a wave of white erupted from beneath the merchant’s cloak. It surged forward, covering the guard, forcing him back into the chair. It was impossible to fight.

The merchant stood there with intent in his eyes. The guard was deposited in the chair by the numerous white creatures. They began to recede but his bonds formed again. He realized that whatever those things were, they were keeping him to the chair.

“The Lanre are truly fascinating creatures,” the merchant said as they continued to return to beneath his robe. “Picked them up in the jungles of Kumunga.”

“What do you want with me?” The guard asked. He wasn’t used to not being in control of the situation.

“The Lanre,” the merchant continued, “are a collective conscious of creatures that look like flower petals. They kinda behave like bees, just buzzing around in a little swarm. They’re essentially immortal or so they tell me.” The merchant continued to pace around the guard. “The only thing they need to live is a steady supply of thought. Interesting isn’t it? They are symbiotic in nature, bonding to an animal in order to feed themselves. When their host dies, they find another.”

“What does this have to do with me?!” the guard screamed out. The Lanre creatures covered his mouth.

“I wasn’t through speaking,” the merchant said darkly. “Anyway, I won’t bore you with the details but sentient creatures are the only ones who can actually command them. In fact, they thrive on it. They’re essentially an extension of myself.” The merchant removed the Lanre muffling the guards whimpers. “Now what was your question again?”

“What do you want with me?” the guard said numbly.

“Ah yes the golden question concerning you,” the merchant said with a skip. “I acquired these wonderful little creatures in the jungles Kumunga. As you can probably tell by my clothing I am a merchant. My caravan was attacked and I barely made it out alive. The little Lanre here bandaged my wound with their own bodies and I lived on.” The merchant said, stroking some of the Lanre affectionately like a pet. “I came home from my little misadventure and do you know what I found?” The merchant’s demeanor changed. “I found the home you were supposed to guard until my return destroyed and my family gone.” He said coldly.

“The guards eyes widened. “Incrin!” the guard whispered, “it’s you?”

“Yes it is me,” Incrin said. “And so I want to know. Where. Is. My family.”

“I don’t know!” the guard exclaimed.

“You were supposed to protect them!” Incrin yelled, the Lanre around the guards wrist getting tighter. “Where are they!”

“If I tell you they’ll kill me!” the guard said, beginning to sob. Incrin looked at the man.

“Well you are going to tell me whether you want to or not,” Incrin said, coating his hand in Lanre. “The Lanre, since they already have their own ability to build bridges between consciousness, can temporarily allow access to yours.” The guard whimpered from his chair. “Have you ever felt another mind invade your own? You’re about to.” Incrin said. He grabbed the guards head. “FORFEIT YOUR MIND!” Incrin’s voice as well as another female voice called out inside the guards head. He screamed.

The guard woke up. His shackles had been removed. Incrin prepared himself to leave. “Thank you for your information,” Incrin said.

“You can’t fight them,” the guard said. “They’re going to kill you and then, once they learn you found out through me, they’re going to kill me too!”

Incrin chuckled “They’re not going to kill you,” he said. The Lanre burst from underneath Incrin’s cloak and impaled the guard. “I am,” Incrin said. He opened the door to his next target. The Black Rose would suffer for taking Incrin’s family from him.