[CHAMPION LORE AND THEMATIC REWORK] Teemo, The Bandle Scoutmaster
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Author’s Note:
Original Thread was in Story and Art! However, wanted to know what you Champion Concept artists think, since this is a fan concept rework of an already existing champion!
EDIT: January 18, 2015: I can see this thread is getting the interest of some fellow Board members! Thanks for reading! I appreciate any support and comments you can give me!
EDIT: January 19, 2015:
**This thread shall be my second thread for the PTSD Concept for Teemo. I'm still working on some changes for it, but expect more content to come shortly! :D)
While I was busy working last night, I made some major changes to the Story and Art post that is attached to this forum post! It contains some new ideas, a bit of editing, and also new content! Check it out!
League of Legends Lore. Hmm…Don’t you think it deserves a little fan service?
I’ve been playing League for a few years, and with all the texture and visual reworks on the rise, here’s to hoping Riot doesn’t forget one more rework: LORE. If there’s one thing about it, it’s a blanket of such great detail clouded by a mess of inconsistency. I’m not criticizing anything about the lore here! All the stories are great, such as the Downfall of Shurima and the Rise of the Freljord, but these stories could be more enjoyed if they had a slight bit of consistency towards it.
But, this doesn’t mean champions should just appear on the stage out of thin air! It’s kinda important to know who you’re fighting, to get a feel for the character and make him more meaningful in a fight. Gameplay-wise, I know that everyone just forgets it during the first four minutes of combat. But, if a certain fan of a certain character wants to learn more about them, Lore is a great detail that can make a character even more popular.
”The pen is mightier than the sword, after all!
So, I’ve been taking a lot of time off and designing some concepts on to what champions could use better backstories. Some champions have a lot of very-well written histories, such as Lissandra, Xerath, and Azir. Other champions simply interest us due to their biographical information, such as the Discovery of Gnar or the Arrival of Vel’Koz. But, sadly, the older champions, such as Annie and Ryze, have been left in the dark with outdated biographies that are sometimes muddled and shrouded with inconsistent information. In the end, League of Legends lore tells many compelling stories, but that doesn’t mean all the product they put on there is final!
So, there’s a champion I’ve been eyeing a lot, and I think he deserves a proper lore rework! Teemo!
OMGWTFBBQ TEEMO?!?!?!?!?
Calm down, calm down! Let me explain! With the Yordle reworks going on, I decided to create some details of certain Yordle characters that have been left out in the dark for quite a while. Heimer and Trist got some nice details going for them, and frankly, with Teemo’s “popularity” (Wink, wink.), I think the Swift Scout deserves some love! As one of Bandle City’s biggest heroes, he deserves a bit of spit-shine on the old personality!
Well, without further ado, read on! I hope you all like my concept of Teemo’s redesigned lore, quotes, and other content Teemo-related! Thanks for reading! :D
Lore:
Sometimes, you’re bigger than what people say you are. No matter what, always fight to the end, and never let your friends down. EVER.
-Teemo
For Teemo, it was never the heat of battle that made him such a deadly opponent. The apex of his abilities shines greatly due to his determination to protect his friends and companions, not forgetting his unwavering devotion towards the Scout’s Code, a sacred form of law given to the Bandle Scoutmasters, renamed from the Scouts of The Mothership. A silent, calm individual, Teemo is a rare Yordle that prefers the company of his own solitude over the companionship of his own friends. However, this does not mean that he will abandon his friends when times go dark; instead, his willpower devotes his entire life towards facing the monsters no champion is brave enough to face.
As a Scoutmaster, Teemo is a master of the environment around him, as he blends in unnoticed into the harsh wildlife that surrounds him. But, it is his mastery of the Ajunta Poison, one of the deadliest toxins in Valoran that is capable of bringing an entire Noxian battalion to its knees, which makes Teemo an assassin to be reckoned with. However, as a Scoutmaster, Teemo is bound by his code to follow the laws and regulations that protect his kind from the maleficent forces that surround his kind. This, coupled with his unbreakable will, transforms Teemo from his simple Yordle self into becoming a force stronger that the powers of Demacia and Noxus combined.
Quite the contrary, Teemo is very friendly when it come towards his conversation skills. As a popular hero figure in Bandle City, he is the author of his famously published book “From the Mixed up Files of Scoutmaster Teemo: How I Learned To Stop Hating and Love The Jungle”, which details the chronicles of his scouting ventures in all of Runeterra. But, when comparing his popularity towards humans, he is respected as a warrior, but treated differently as a Yordle. Nevertheless, Teemo never lets his personal feelings get in the way in his sense of duty, and always places the needs of his companions before himself.
Ironically, underneath that gentle exterior, hides a scarred, troubled figure. As the lone survivor of the Bandle City Blitz, he was the only remaining Scoutmaster that survived the Noxian assault. As for the majority of the Scouts of The Mothership, Megling Commandos, and Yordle Scientists; all of them lay dead at Teemo’s feet. Now, every day, he pays his respects at an ancient memorial not far away from the city, putting a flower down for each of the lives lost that dreadful memory. Haunted by the ghosts of the Yordles long dead, Teemo keeps a sharp distance from any champion that reminds him of that moment, secluding himself to the confines of his own thoughts and memories. In the end, he still remembers the screams in the air, the howling of the echoes in the deep, and the fire that raged on throughout the night.
And, he never forgave. And, he never forgot.
Biography:
Entry Log #246, Midday, the Forests of Valoran, Near Demacia
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Most people ask if I like the solitude. Truth is…I do.
But, out here in the jungle…Things are much louder than what they tend to be heard.
The soft crackle of the twigs alerts my ears, as they prick up in motion. Something’s coming, but what? I close my eyes as I perceive the upcoming threat. Another snap. This time, it was gentler, the slow crackle fading into the chirruping of the birds above. Yet, after a few seconds, I could sense the same sound coming closer towards me. Stop…then crackle. Stop…then crackle. Stop…then crackle. It was a sound I was accustomed to.
The sound of a predator.
Here I was, standing in the tall grass that shrouded my vision of the entire area. Yet, it was a natural camouflage against my approaching foe. My blowgun was grasped tightly around my right hand as I crouched down, my teeth clenched in apprehension, my body as still as a stone sentinel, my eyes rapidly darting from one place to another. The incessant clatter of the twigs was slowly creeping near the bush, as I heard the silent rustle of the grass. Very soon, I felt a sudden chill in the air; the apprehension of a sudden battle appearing ahead…
Heh, if I could laugh in the face of danger, it would start running as soon as it saw my little face. But, most creatures in the jungle are fierce, natural predators, waiting for the opportune chance to strike. It wasn’t easy surviving here, I could give you that much. But, for all it’s worth, it gives me the chance to test my skills to the limit. My friends are counting on me, no matter the cost, and who was I to back away from a challenge?
Holding the blowgun towards my mouth, I could taste the bitter spit that still lingered in the barrel on the tip of my tongue. A Yordle Snack, sweetened by sugar and…cherry. It reminded me of that treat I was able to snag on the Outskirts of Piltover, nearly escaping with my foot intact (The treat was actually set up by Caitlyn, who used it to bait Yordle Robbers into getting caught.). My eyes narrowed as the rustling came closer, the blades of grass slowly parting way towards my current location. A few more steps, and I would be standing face to face with my enemy. But, I was ready for him. My blowgun was loaded with my poison darts, carefully sharpened and filled with my Ajunta poison. One shot from this could send even a Noxian down on his knees, begging for his life.
The grass finally parted, as a burst of sunlight shining down on the brush quickly revealed my image towards my foe. Quickly looking up, I readied my blowgun, and started to fire…
Only to be stopped by a sad, little Poro, who whimpered as he jumped up to me, his eyes wide with fear and apprehension.
At this point, I found myself suddenly warming up towards the poor creature, as I put away my blowgun and started patting its fur. Normally, I don’t see Poros around here in the forests of Demacia, and this little one was no exception. I smiled as I scratched the Poro behind his ears, and began to murmur, “Well, well, well, little guy…Wonder how far you wandered off to?”
The Poro silently looked down, as it warmly nuzzled my face, quickly earning his trust. As his fur came closer, it touched my nose for a brief second, as I took a quick sniff, and felt the familiar scent of biscuits. Another treat, perhaps, maybe signifying an owner? I couldn’t tell, as my face suddenly scrunched up as I let out a loud sneeze. The noise reverberated throughout the forest, which scared the birds as they rapidly began to squawk, flying into the sky above. With that, the Poro slowly scuttled a few feet away from me, a shocked look gracing its face. My sneeze must have offended it, and as a precaution, it backed away, expecting for me to attack him.
But, my common sense knew better. Slowly walking up to the Poro once again, my hand found itself pulling out a Yordle snack, and slowly waving it in front of the Poro’s face. “Hey, now…Don’t be shy, little guy!” I quietly called out, “I won’t hurt you!” The Poro continued to look at me with a confused look, but one swift sniff of the treat made the Poro’s face instantly light up with a smile. In a second, the treat was devoured instantly by the Poro’s large tongue, as I pulled my hand back after it took the treat. Then, looking at me with an open mouth and tongue, he yipped as he suddenly darted out of the brush, leaves rustling as he blazed through the forest.
My lips pursed in thought as I quietly sat back down, fiddling with my blowgun as I began to ponder about that little Poro. You see, the forest isn’t naturally the little guy’s specific habitat. Those guys usually prefer colder climates; the thought of them living in a warm environment seemed a little off to me. However, the jungle does house some unusual life, and a Poro in the wrong place at the wrong time could spell trouble.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard a shot reverberate through the forest. My ears perked as I stood alert, my eyes darting from side to side as I tried to find the source.
Then, my mind turned to one thought.
The Poro.
Jumping out of the bush, I raced across the forest, my boots squishing against the wet mud as I quickly traversed the sylvan ground. My heart was pounding through my chest as I began to hyperventilate, my mind racing with numerous thoughts as I went in deeper. Where did that shot come from, and what was its intention? I could barely keep a straight face as tried to keep a steady breath, only to keep panting heavily in tiredness.
As I ran, I heard the cries of the birds sing out in my ears. My eyes quickly darted to and fro, taking in each detail of the forest around me. Such nature could be comparable to that of the beauty of the jungle; especially the hidden bamboo forests of Kumungu. Indeed, both were wondrous places, yet, the jungle can be more heated than the tranquility of the forest. The jungle is where I crafted my weapons: a poison blowgun, Ajunta darts, and Ajunta mushrooms. These three items were the objects that defined my position as a scout; one single object on its own is just as deadly as three of them combined. Of course, the weapon was just a vessel for someone to take ahold of. Any Yordle could try to pick up my weapons and use them without any knowledge of its qualities. But, what makes me different out of all of the Commandos, Scientists, and even Gunners of Bandle City, is that if you place these weapons in my hands, I could bring down all the pirates in Bilgewater in just a fraction of a week. It’s not the weapon that defines the warrior; it’s the warrior behind the weapon that defines themselves.
I could feel myself getting closer to the scent of gunpowder, as my nostrils sniffed the air and found the pungent burn of sulfur blow in the air. Slowing my advance to a crawl, I came across an open field to where a grassy plain stretched as far as the horizon could muster. This must be the end of the forest, I thought to myself. My breath began to steady as I snuck into the tall brush at the edge of the boundary that was both the entry into the forest and the plains ahead.
Peeking through the brush, I took out my spyglass and slowly extended it towards a fourth of a Yordle’s arm’s length. The incessant clicks of the telescope as it locked into place was a familiar sound to me; I spent my whole life looking at the world through the lens of the looking glass. Holding it up to my right eye, I lay still as I looked at the sights through my scope, and I could see the lush foliage that surrounded the plain ahead. Long blades of grass provided a form of cover for the animals that would sneak across the open terrain; as for me, it was the perfect natural camouflage for me to conceal myself in. Other than the rustling of the grass, nothing really stood out to me.
But, then, I turned my head to the left, and I wasn’t at all pleased at what I saw.
There, atop one of the high rises of the plains, stood a Yordle Cannon Squad, as they began to fire a few shots in the forests. Their cannons roared with the blast that came with the shots, as the squad just simply laughed as they laid waste to an already beautiful place. My teeth gritted with anger as I discovered another sight. The Poro I found, was trembling as it sat in a cage, its frail little body shook with fear and apprehension. But, those guys didn’t care; they just kept on firing as they made themselves merry by doing target practice on a few innocent lives that barely caused any harm to them.
If there’s one thing I learned from the Scout’s Code; it’s that you never place the safety of others for your own personal gains. And, these guys were about to get a quick lesson about my Code.
Using the brush to my advantage, I silently strode along the silent threshes of grass as I snuck my way up towards the hilltop where the squad was stationed. I preferred a more silent approach as I snuck my way from behind; going on a frontal assault would just fill my face with Buster Shots, something I was hoping to avoid. If I was going to take out these guys, I’ll do it the right and proper way. The wind blew a chill air as I continued to crawl up from behind the plain. The squad just kept on firing, their joy increasing as they continued to desecrate the beauty of the forest. Heh, wait ‘til these guys get a fistful of my poison.
Suddenly, the firing stopped. My body dropped to the ground as my ears stood on end. Taking a deep breath, I lay in the ground in complete silence as I listened to the sounds above me. Voices. Then, I could hear the quick scuffle of equipment as the squad began to pack up and started walking down the hilltop.
Right in the direction where I was heading up the hilltop.
Now, my heart began pounding as I slowly breathed through my nostrils, trying to keep the flow of air to my body. I shut my eyes as the squad passed by me, their metal boots clanking on the hard dirt. My body was completely still as I let the grass hide my figure, as the squad passed me by with ease. Judging by the number of boots I heard, I made out four members.
Until the fifth one came up from right in front of me.
The fifth member had dropped a cannon ball in the thresh as it silently rolled right in front of my face, stopping as it was an inch away from colliding with my nose. I could barely control my nervousness as I saw the Yordle rush up to where the cannon ball was located. I had to do something, or else I could end up getting killed and let the bad guys get away with the destruction. I wasn’t willing to let that happen.
His hands slowly went up towards the cannon ball, as he quickly looked up to take a look at how far his friends had progressed. Taking this chance to strike, I brought him down by pulling both of his arms, bringing his body to the ground, and his head colliding with the iron of the cannon ball. His mouth was able to stifle a quick yelp, as my right hand went over his mouth, with both my arms trapping him in a silent chokehold. There was struggling. The scuffle of metal boots. Then…silence.
I quickly brought down his unconscious body as I quickly crouched up behind the remaining squad members. My predictions were correct, as four members were slowly walking away from the hilltop. My mind was racing as I took out my blowgun, and swiftly loaded four darts into the barrel. The incessant clatter of the boots as they began to grow farther away made me reload faster, as I began to crouch after them. My footsteps were muffled as I came so close towards their group, the wind breathing above my ears as I crouched beneath them.
Then, slowly rising from the bush, I put the blowgun to my lips and let out a sharp exhale of air. Then, another. Then, two more. The darts found their way into the skin of their necks as the poison began to enter their bodies. One by one, they fell to the ground, slowly slipping into unconsciousness. Fortunately, paralysis happens during the first few hours of the Ajunta. If I had fired more darts at them…
Let’s just say I would have rid the world of five small Yordles.
I walked up to their leader, who was carrying the cage that held the captured Poro. With one swift kick to the lock, the Poro burst out, happily licking my face as he thanked me for his rescue. Then, he just simply zipped off into the horizon, becoming a fading blemish to my eyes. Chuckling, I gave the Poro a little salute before turning back towards the unconscious squad members. Turning over a body, I noticed that one of the symbols on their uniforms was a Noxian Patch, roughly stitched on the left sleeve. Yordle Mercenaries.
I sighed in frustration as I quickly gathered the unconscious bodies, and tied them around a large cedar tree. I would have some of my squad-mates come and pick up the bodies sometime later, then bring them around for questioning. Life’s unfair to us Yordles; we rarely are treated and respected fairly as other beings in this world. Often, people just look down on us and see innocent little beings that they compare to children. But, it’s not about the size that makes a person strong. There are so many little things that can make a person stronger than even the fiercest of dragons: determination, willpower, friendship, unification…
Even solitude.
As I sit atop the hill among the grassy plains of Valoran, I watch the sun set as I reveled in its shrinking beauty. After it is gone, I’ll be back traveling the jungle again, this time under the cover of night. Yet, I think to myself, what is it that makes even the smallest Yordle the biggest hero of them all? Then, the answer came to me: Courage. Courage against those who would do wrong onto the people you love and cherish, courage to stand against the darkness when no other hero would do so, and it is the smallest amount of courage that saves the day. No matter your size, no matter your race, no matter where you come from, everyone is capable of being a hero.
All you need is just a small amount of courage!
An Excerpt from a Bandle City Live Interview: Teemo:
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Interviewer: “…So, I want to point to the subject that has become the popular debate over most of the cities in Valoran. Is it true that the Scouts of The Mothership are being reformed as the Bandle Scoutmasters, and if so, how will this overall change affect your position as one of Bandle City’s honored scouts?”
Teemo: “Well, for starters, I really don’t see much point of making such a big fuss about it. To your first question, the Scouts of The Mothership had been one of the ancestral names of Bandle City’s first espionage group, and I think that it was time it deserved a change to fit the more…mainstream ideas of this year. The second question…It doesn’t change much, really. I mean, in the end, people will still look up to me as the Swift Scout of Bandle City, and to my fellow comrades, I’m still the guy they can trust on.”
Interviewer: “And, your reputation makes it so, Teemo. It’s such an honor…but, people want to know more. So, I’m just going to ask a few more questions, if you don’t mind.”
Teemo: “laughs Well, I can’t promise you a straight answer, but, by all means, fire away!”
Interviewer: “What makes you able to cope with such long feats of solitude? From various accounts of your compatriots, all that loneliness can eventually drive a Yordle insane!”
Teemo: “Well, all I can tell you is this: it’s not easy. We Bandle Scouts are trained to handle these sorts of situations, and the time it takes to prepare ourselves for this sort of rigorous work is much shorter than you think. After we complete the final phases of our training, we’re sent around Runeterra to map out the uncharted places that no one even dares set foot on. With such tasks on our hands, it’s very hard to keep a good friend in hand when you need one. But, the solitude, once you get used to it, is actually quite calming. clears his throat Close your eyes, and just listen to the sounds around you. The flowing water, the incessant chatter of the birds, the cool wind blowing against your fur…It’s the gifts of life I hear in the silence.
Interviewer: “Wow. There you have it folks, Teemo’s secret to coping with long periods of solitude! I gotta say, you really are greater than people describe you to be!”
Teemo: “Aw, you’re making me blush…I’m not really THAT special! I mean, I was taught by a bunch of people, both Yordle and Human alike. I gotta owe it to them, they taught me everything they knew.”
Interviewer: “laughs as he turns a page Yes, yes, let me move on towards your friends on that statement! Hmm…Oh! This one looks like a popular one! Many reporters have said you’re busy striking up a relationship with the Bandle Gunner, Tristana! Are these reports accurate? Can we expect words about your relationship soon?
Teemo: “laughs nervously as the faint scratching of the head is heard Um…Well, I think I’ll…Er…It’s best not to comment on trivial comments such as those.”
Interviewer: “Hardly trivial, Mr. Teemo! the rustling of papers can be heard, possibly forged pictures of Teemo and Tristana These pictures reveal you two-“
Teemo: “Groans in irritation as he shoves the papers away Really!!! I don’t want to see those! You’re making me feel very uncomfortable right now!”
Interviewer: “Mr. Teemo, please, allow me to-“
Teemo: “Oh my goodness, look at the time! We’re almost finished!”
Interviewer: “What? When did we- pauses for a moment, to check the time Woah, folks! Sorry about that! We’ve got five minutes left! But, just in time for one more question! Mr. Teemo, as a longtime member of the Bandle City Scouts, you’ve been in a lot of action. But, people remember you as one of the surviving heroes in the Bandle City Blitz. Can you give us a brief account of the situation during that time?”
Teemo: “…He pauses, as if struck by a shocking revelation. The sudden subject of that horrid moment made his breath all raggedy and shaky”
Interviewer: “Um…Mr. Teemo, sir?”
Teemo: “abruptly stands up and pushes his chair out of the way I think I’m done with questions. This interview is over.”
Interviewer: “Wait, Mr. Teemo! I just want your quick thoughts on-“
END INTERVIEW
Final Report of the Bandle City Blitz: Teemo’s File:
Never again.
I won’t forget the rain that day. I won’t forget the lives of those who were lost during that raid. I won’t forget the memories that came with the suffering of my fallen brothers and sisters. I won’t forget the sacrifices they made on the battlefield. I won’t forget the cries of the anguished, the slaughtering of the innocent, the screams of the fallen, and the sorrow of a city under fire. I won’t forget it all. I won’t forget every single detail.
Lots of people come up to me and praise my actions. Interviewers. Mages. Scientists. Young Scouts. Heimerdinger. Ziggs. Poppy. Rumble…
Trist…
A lot of people think of me as a really nice guy. To some, I’m a hero to them. But, in the end, I’m no hero. I’m not a legend, like all the great scouts that came before me. I’m just a survivor, like everyone else. And, life will still go on. Like it always does; every day, when the sun starts up on the horizon. There’s always a new dawn after every rise, and a new day awaits us all. It doesn’t matter if we’re Yordle, Human, or even a Poro. We’re all the same, under the same world, under the same sky.
And, I’ll still continue to live on. For my fallen brothers and sisters.
For the Scouts.
For Trist…
For Bandle City.
Champion Quotes:
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Upon Champion Select:
Sometimes, you only just need the smallest guy to save them all.
Starting the Battle:
Scoutmaster Teemo, reporting for duty, and ready for recon!
Kept you guys waiting, huh?
This is Teemo. I’m ready for action.
Did somebody call The Scoutmaster?
Yes…Yes, I got it, HQ. Commencing Operation: Search and Destroy.”
Movemement: Normal Pace:
Sometimes, you just gotta walk and smell the roses! sniffs Eurgh, not those ones, though!
Scouting ahead? My favorite job of the day!
It’s all peace and quiet…before the fight begins.
No job is too big or small for any Yordle!
I’ll do my best for my friends, anytime, anywhere!
Wonder what’s around the riverbend?
Hey, try walking a mile in someone else’s shoes. You just might learn something!
By Land, By Sea, or By Air, Bandle Scouts will go anywhere!”
They call me Teemo. Scoutmaster Teemo.
Movement: Rapid Pace/Move Quick:
Gotta go fast! Gotta move fast! Can’t let them spot me!
Run, Teemo…run! pants Aw, now I’ve got me talking to myself.
Phew…Keep breathing…That’s the key!
Faster than any arrow? Oh, yeah.
Try to keep up, slowpokes! You can’t touch this!
I’ll bet I can outrun the wind at this speed!
All right! It’s time for a chase!
Running into action, that’s the way I roll!
(away from an enemy champion) Tactical retreat!
(away from an enemy champion) Don’t chase me! Chase Singed; he’s the one always being chased!
(away from an enemy champion) And this is the part where I…run!!!
Passive: Camouflage: Entering Camouflage:
Blending in…
They’ll never see me coming…
You can’t fight what you can’t see…
And…I’m out!
Time to disappear…permanently…
Passive: Camouflage: Breaking Camouflage:
Surprise!
Gotcha!
Here I am!
Peek-a-boo!
It was all a ruse!
Attacking:
Oh, yeah, go pick on the small guy, that’s all noble and brave!
Don’t judge me by my size! Ever!
Why don’t you try talking with a poison dart down your throat?
Alright, engaging the enemy!
Set ‘em up, and knock them down!
Heh! Target practice!
I was hoping they’d have reinforcements…
Aw, come on, you’re makin’ this easy on me!
This Scout’s still got a few surprises left in him!
Never tell me the odds!
Q Ability: Blinding Dart: When Fired:
Suck on this!
Right between the eyes!
How ‘bout you try this on for size?
Light’s out!
Chew on this!
Q Ability: Blinding Dart: When Enemy Champions try to use a Normal Attack:
Yow! Missed me!
Try aiming more the right next time!
Ooh…You almost got me!
Nope!
Feeling a little…near-sighted?
W Ability: Move Quick: Upon Activation:
Moving out!
Gotta move fast…
I’m outta here!
Hehe…Try and catch me!
What’s wrong? Moving too fast, or you’re too slow?
W Ablility: Move Quick: Upon Deactivation
Phew…That’s fast…
Okay…need a break…
Whew…need to catch my breath….
I think…I lost them…
Hope I…escaped…
E Ability: Toxic Shot: Upon Leveling Up:
Ajunta…don’t mess with it.
Hehe…got a little surprise for ‘em…
Upping the ante!
Alright! In the money!
I can use this…
E Ability: Toxic Shot: On-Hit:
Got them!
Here’s your medicine!
Taste this!
R Ablity/Ultimate: Noxious Trap: On Placement:
Got a present for them!
Something special! Something awesome! Something…noxious!
Here’s my card!
Step One: Mushroom. Step Two: Question Mark: Step Three: Success!
And…there…we…go!
R Ability/Ultimate: Upon Activation of Mushroom:
I think I heard an explosion!
Boom! Success!
I live for the simple things…like how much this is gonna hurt!
I snuck, I trapped, I blew those guys sky high!
Woo! Look, fireworks!
R Ability/Ultimate: Noxious Trap: On Enemy Champion Kill:
That’s why they call me the best!
Hasta la vista, baby!
And, that’s all she wrote!
Poof! All gone! The end! Out the front door! Goodbye!
Never. Mess. With. The. Shrooms!
Recalling to Base:
This is Teemo. Returning to base.
Tactical retreat. For now…
Redeploying in seven…six…five…four…three…two…one…
This is Teemo! Requesting extraction at my location!
HQ! I’m pulling out!
After Recall/Respawn:
Back on the move, awaiting orders!
Phew…that was a little too close…
Thank the Bandles I’m not dead!
Don’t worry! Just tripped.
This is Teemo. Redeploying into the battle.
Taunt:
When you want someone to create a problem, call a Noxian. When you want someone to notice a problem, call a Demacian. When you want someone to take action against a problem, call the Piltover Law Enforcement. But, if you wanna problem fixed…You call me.
Oh, I may look cute on the outside, but on the inside…I’m going to make these last few minutes of your life a nightmare…
Runt? Hardly. Devil? Hah, been called that! Scoutmaster who’s about to kick your sorry butt? Oh…yeah.
Hey, you! Yeah, you! I’m talking to ya! Get ready, cause I’m coming for you!
Oh, don’t worry about the other guys. You’re facing me, and I promise you, it’s not going to end well.
Taunt against Sion:
You monster! I’ll make you pay for all the Yordle lives you’ve taken!
You want me? Here I am! Now, let’s finish this!
I don’t care if you’re living or dead, you’re still going to die!
Sion…you’ve fallen below yourself.
Death can’t stop you, but I can!
Taunt against Rumble:
Don’t make this a bigger problem than it already is, Rumble!
Stand down, Rumble, or I’ll have to stop you!
Your ego is bigger than that suit you’re piloting, Rumble!
Small Yordle in a mechanized suit to kill! Take that away, and what are you!
Come on! Get out of that suit! Just you and me!
Taunt against Caitlyn: Stepping on a Yordle Trap:
Yow! Hey, Cait! We’re on the same side!
Can’t believe I fell for this again…
Grah, this is getting annoying!
Um, hey, little help here?
Oh, haha. Very funny, Sheriff.
Taunt against Viktor:
Any ally of Zaun is an enemy to all Yordles!
Your experiments end here, Viktor!
Don’t think I’ll let you get away with your schemes, Viktor!
I’m shutting down your evolution, right here, right now!
Your toys aren’t enough against a Yordle Scoutmaster!
Taunting against Darius:
Big axe, Darius. Try lifting it off your body once I knock you out with my darts.
Sorry, Darius! No victory for Noxus this day!
This is one Yordle you can’t kill, Darius!
Ain’t got time to bleed, Darius!
Dunkmaster? Heh, Scoutmaster’s better!
Jokes:
The first day, people think of me as cute. The next hours later, they start getting apprehensive if they’ll get a dart in their backs. Heh. People sure need to re-define their definition of “cute”.
They called me a Demon. Well…I’ve been called worse, like Runt, Mouse, Guinea Pig…And, Hamster. Huh, Hamster…I kinda grew on that name.
There was this time when I spotted a Noxian caravan carrying a bunch of science experiments towards a Zaunite laboratory. I didn’t mess with the guys guarding the caravan. But, I did fiddle with one of the explosives there…Hehe, I just love it when a few things go boom.
A Yordle and A Human walk into a- Okay, seriously? You call that a joke? How about this one? How do you try to figure out when a Yordle Scoutmaster is hit by an enormously large sword or axe? Figuring which side the blade took out of the latter.
I’ve told people a million times “Never underestimate the power of the Scout’s Code!” Not my problem if they got end up with a bunch of Ajunta darts right up their butts!
Joking towards a Ziggs:
Hey, Ziggs! Light ‘em up, and see if those guys will explode!
You put the “act” into “action”, Ziggs!
No wonder they call you crazier than Corki!
Don’t you ever get the feeling of being burned?
That’s…smokin’!
Joking towards a Heimerdinger:
Heimerdinger! Mind lending me one of your turrets? I’ll give you one of my mushrooms!
For the last time, Doc, no, I do not grow my mushrooms in my house.
Eh…What’s up, Doc?
Go get ‘em, Heimerdinger! Win one for Science!
Are your turrets…alive? I was right! It’s alive!!!
Joking towards a Garen:
Okay, Garen, I get it! Demacia! Woo hoo! How ‘bout you show us Bandles some appreciation?
You guys like to carry big, freakishly huge swords around, do you?
Justice…Hmm, very nice choice of words.
Betcha can’t hit me with that, Garen?
So…got a thing for Katarina, do ya, Garen?
Joking towards a Poppy:
Let’s keep this fight fair and square, eh, Poppy?
You and me, Poppy. We’re the same. In terms of race, y’know…
Never thought I’d see the day a Yordle in heavy armor…
Thought you said this was a diplomatic solution! But, then again, you’d call it “aggressive negotiations”…
Keep on fighting, Poppy. Just be sure to take a break from wearing that huge armor now and then.
Joking towards a Tristana:
Trist! I…Um…How’s it going?
Wow…Uh…Hi, Trist! Didn’t think you’d be here too...
Alright, Tristana, let’s give this battle our all!
(opposing Tristana) You don’t need to go easy on me, Trist! Show me what you got!”
(opposing Tristana) The gunner versus the Scoutmaster…Fair matchup!
Yes, Trist! That is a rocket in my pocket!
Huh, ammo for mushrooms? Well, Trist, I’ve got so many, I can’t count them…”
Special Interactions:
Tristana:
(blinding an enemy, then friendly Tristana shooting them) Yeah! Go get them, Trist!
(blinding an enemy, then friendly Tristana shooting them) Alright, let’s get them, Trist!
(blinding an enemy, then friendly Tristana shooting them) Let’s show those guys what two Yordles can do!
(Teemo and Tristana score a kill or/and assist) Don’t mess with a Bandle Gunner and Yordle Scoutmaster!
(Teemo and Tristana score a kill or/and assist) Hoo-rah! Nice job, Trist!
(Teemo and Tristana score a kill or/and assist) I love it when you get all riled up, Trist! Ehe…Not like that! Sorry!
(rushing towards a Tristana with Friendly Tristana with low health) Hey! Go pick on somebody your own size!
(rushing towards a Friendly Tristana with low health) I got ’em, Trist, get out of there!
(Friendly Tristana dies close to Teemo) No, Trist! Grrr…Come on, get back here, you cowards!
(Friendly Tristana dies close to Teemo) Man down! HQ, man down! Send for extraction, immediately!
(Tristana dies close to Teemo) Tristana! You…The rest of you just made me angry!!!
(Tristana dies close to Teemo) No! Argh!!! Don’t do this to me, Tristana!
(Tristana dies close to Teemo) Trist, Trist, are you there? Trist, answer me! TRISTANAAA!!!!
(Teemo dies close to Friendly Tristana) Go…Trist…leave me…
(Teemo dies close to Friendly Tristana) Trist…run…
Author’s Final Note:
Well, if you’ve come to the final page of this section, it means I’m finished with my ideas of how Teemo should be reworked? What do you think? Any comments on what you like, or should be changed with Teemo? Leave a kind up vote or a comment if you’re interested in future lore reworks for certain champions! I’ll continue to edit and change this as necessary!
Thanks for reading! See you all on the Fields of Justice, and remember!
”Never underestimate the Power of the Scout’s Code!”
