Summary
Period: 14th to 17th of October, 2016
Skins: Piltover Customs Heimerdinger, Sultan Gangplank, Armor of the Fifth Age Taric and Bandito Fiddlesticks
Champions: Tahm Kench, Nami, Riven and Gangplank
Discount: 50%
Introduction: Opportunities High and Low
“I need an engine for my ship. One gilded and plated the will show the greatness of the Empire.” “Mister, you know, you want it pretty or you want it efficient? I can’t do both and no one does them better than we do here.” “Insolence.” “Then go, go, I’ve much work to do.” “I shall kill you for…” The kick that sent the Sultan out of the workshop was a good reminder that he wasn’t in his land anymore and that he couldn’t get his way every time. His wise advisors had admonished him before against such behaviour but old habits die hard; as he knew too well.
As unbefitting for a great ruler as it was to pick himself off the dusty street and re-enter the workshop to go back on his arrogance, he knew he had to. “I’ve reconsidered, I want the best engine you have for my ship.” “Good, good, we can have it installed by tomorrow.” “No sooner?”, he interrupted his train of thought, “It’s fine, see you tomorrow at the docks.” Smelly as they were and without a proper place for royalty it was, still, the place he felt most comfortable in among these strange lands.
The installation went without issue and the rowers were re-assigned to the more necessary duties for which they had been originally hired. In particular, the Sultan’s fashion advisor was particularly keen to make sure that the engine was working perfectly and that it wouldn’t break in the middle of the sea like the last one. In his own words: “Me and my fine furs would be most appreciative of less mundane tasks.” He wasn’t the only one, the few prisoners also looked with good eyes at their return to their cells.
Most of them did. The infamous bandido that resembled a scarecrow in physique wasn’t going to miss this chance. As most people were distracted, fascinated actually with the new engine and its genius father, he quietly slipped from everyone’s sight and meshed in with other crews. His absence was eventually noticed and a search party scoured the docks. His celebrated sombrero was seen at a seedy tavern near the docks but that was all the party returned with to the ship. Staring at the dusk with no small melancholy for his land the Sultan found his thoughts much more sensible than he expected. “Win one, lose one but tomorrow we’ll have more opportunities to seize.”
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Source: League of Legends News: Champion and Skin Sale: 10.14 – 10.17