Period: 16th to 19th of December, 2016
Skins: Firefang Warwick, High Noon Yasuo, Junkyard Trundle and Hillbilly Gragas
Champions: Syndra, Tahm Kench, Fizz and LeBlanc
Introduction: To Feel the Badge
“You seem to be a man that knows how to carry himself, stranger. Aren’t you, by any chance, searching for some work?” It’s all it took for me to accept the badge and end up as sheriff of a small town in the middle of a dust bowl. There was nothing except dirt in this damned place except for a mine that regurgitated gold as if suffering from the worst hangover I had ever. That was enough to buy the world we lacked but such riches came at a risk.
“Sheriff, the town is on fire!” I kicked the blanket and jumped on my boots; I never miss them but this time I almost did. Grabbing as much of my uniform as I could I went out and saw the roofs on fire and the torches in the distance. Those were a bunch of bandits but what did they think they were doing? A fire wasn’t enough to scare the whole town. I organised the bucket line from the tank but it just wasn’t enough. We needed more water and we needed it all at once.
I went to the tank to see if there was something that could be done but halfway through I had to return to screams. I looked with dish eyes at the beast running around with fire on the back. It ran desperately with tongue out and the people were quite scared about the size of its body and of its fangs. I grabbed several buckets and emptied them on the poor beast. With charred fur it fell on one side, panting and whimpering. The fire was beyond control so I told everyone to get away until it went out: nothing we could do.
Dragging the beast with all the strength I could muster I came to two realisations: it was heavy like a rock and it was dying, for it looked at my with the most pitiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t let it go like that. I took up my razor and shaved the back of the beast; it didn’t even whine at the sight of the blade. I dampened some cloth and cleaned the burns then dressed them with bandages. Now I needed a new razor and some info on those bastards that thought arson funny.
From what I could gather from the closest town those beasts, well the bandits I mean, were chasing the animal and eventually set it on fire. Then they chased it around adding fuel to the flames the poor animal couldn’t help spread. I returned to town to see the people cleaning and repairing; we don’t stand around snivelling for our loses around here. When I reached my door who do you think I find? The wolf was up and happy to see me back. I rubbed its huge head and the fine canine tried to roll on the floor for me; it whimpered in pain.
I took it inside and cut some slices of meat; lunch. I wolfed a few and he did the same with the ones I threw on the air, all perfect catches. Then I had an idea. How about the hunted turns hunter? I grabbed my weapons and resolved that today I would cut more than my food. I went to the border of town and saw the empty, arid land. Wu followed; yes I named him Wu after a friend I lost some time ago. I didn’t even need to make a signal, he took his nose to the floor and quickly caught the trace. I pulled my weapons over my shoulder and followed: time to take my badge for all its worth.
+: atrractive flames
-: simple, uneven model
+: nice wasteland concept
-: simple adaptation
+: blonde hair
-: crude, questionable joke