Summary
Period: 15th to 18th of August, 2017
Skins: Haunted Zyra, Warlord Shen, Bittersweet Lulu and Dryad Soraka
Champions: Lucian, Tham Kench, Lulu and Heimerdinger
Discount: 50%
Introduction: Haunted Lord
“How many wars have you been in? How many people have you cut down? How many have been left in pain of those you have killed? Will they one day gather and hunt you down?” The Lord awoke in a chilly sweat: it was the same dream again. More or less, it was more intense, the words more clear, the scenes sharper in his mind. He saw his hands, in blood, slicing through hordes of people, pleading, crying, begging for mercy; he showed none.
To triumph he couldn’t afford any. His success in battle came from a doctrine handed down for generations. It had taken its toll on his father and those that came before. Now it asked him to pay the price. In a way, victory had become a bittersweet delicacy. His plans were meticulously crafted and ruthlessly executed; like any survivors. His domain had extended much larger than any of the other lords and they were getting restless. He needed to secure enough power, an army strong enough to withstand their combined assault.
They would join forces, no matter how much they hated each other, not to get something but to prevent somebody else from getting it. Sitting in bed he looked at the cursed blade glowing with a dim blue in the darkness. The armour showed dancing shadows of demonic shapes that made his mind return to the ghastly faces he had seen in his nightmares. He saw them now dancing against the metal plates.
He couldn’t resist it anymore. He got up and walked to the sword, he picked it up and started to do as he did every night: practice. Hour after hour went by until dawn broke the spell and the blade was returned to its resting place. He looked tired, the mirror confirmed as much. He cleaned himself, dressed and forced breakfast into himself. He wasn’t hungry but he needed to eat to stay strong. There was no other way around it. The pact with the sword made him invincible but, had it all been worth it?
Was the price he paid too high for the legend he was crafting? Will people really remember him or would he be consumed by the shadows that stalked in the darkest corners of his mind? He woke up, he had fallen asleep again. Was he in bed? Did he have his sword in hand? Was he having breakfast? It didn’t matter. He’ll resume the day from whenever and wherever he had left and continue onwards; like every day. There was no choice now. The doctrine, the pact couldn’t be broken: sealed in blood, paid in kind and bound for life.
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Source: League of Legends News: Champion and Skin Sale: 08.15 – 08.18