Period: 21st to 24th of July, 2017
Skins: High Noon Yasuo, Master Chef Tahm Kench, Rugged Garen and Djinn Malzahar
Champions: Gnar, Volibear, Olaf and Taric
Introduction: A Meal in a Hurry
“Now that smells good.” said the man under the Boss of the Plains sitting at the bar. The cook appeared and left a large pot with a fragrant steam coming off its top. The man leaned forward to better catch the smell. “You sure can’t get fine things like this out of town. You included, dear.” “Shut up and tell me when enough is enough tough boy.” “Fine, fine; both ways actually.” He received dish and, with spoon firmly in hand, proceeded to savour the soup. It was simply magnificent as his palette was telling him and his face was clearly showing. He was so enraptured by the fine cuisine that he didn’t hear the howling of the wind; no one did.
The wind complained and threatened with unusual menace. The owner looked at the walls shaking and rushed to the front doors and locked both with a metal bar. “Everybody take care: this is a big one.” Patrons ducked under tables and the owner returned to the bar and hid under it where she saw a certain man already sitting and still eating. “What? Don’t give me that look. It’s delicious and I don’t know if we are getting in one piece out of here.” The woman sighed and ignored him. With both hands gripping a side of the bar she only expected another small disaster that would probably be more annoyance due to lazy workers doing the repairs. She expected, but the sound of the planks rattling made her wonder.
She looked to a side and saw the man with the large pot by his side, on the floor, helping himself to more soup. “You are paying for that.” “If we get out of this money will be the least of our concerns.” Looking at the pot they realised that the cook was nowhere to be seen. He was probably cowering in fear in the kitchen, surrounded by all sorts of pointy utensils; neither of them liked the prospect of going to check on him. The woman shouted: “Ken? Tom! Are you alright in there?” A weak voice muffled by the shaking bar answered: “Would be with less stirring. I feel like fish in a pot!” “It’s a delicious soup by the way Tom. Keep ’em coming. Well, after this is over.” “Right, thanks sir. Will do, if we survive.” The wind intensified.
The doors resisted but the windows by the sides didn’t. The glass planes exploded inwards and the wind blew tables and spun them on the ground. Patrons fled towards the shaking walls in desperation. The wind broke the windows on the opposite wall and the ceiling started to vibrate. “I don’t like this.” “Won’t argue with that, dear.” In one blunt movement, as if a giant has slammed his fist down on the roof it collapsed and fell on the bar. Then, slowly, the wind diminshed and waned. “Everyone alright?” The owner looked around to the petrified patrons looking at the roof in front of them as they clang to the walls. “Well, this will take quite a bit a few pots to pay for, dear.” “You can start by paying for the five dishes I saw you devour already… dear.”
+: fitting theme
+: adventurer idea
-: overpolished looks
+: fitting concept
-: modest execution