Summary
Period: 28th to 31st of October, 2016
Skins: Sandstorm Katarina, Pentakill Mordekaiser, Academy Ahri and Samurai Yi
Champions: Azir, Ezreal, Nautilus and Nasus
Discount: 50%
Introduction: A Hunt to a Chase
The desert is a cruel teacher. It asks for much care and preparation while only slowly revealing its secrets to its wanderers; often too late. For those that know its whims it can be a friend, provided that due respect is paid to its demands. Much has been talked about the far-away lands of golden sands in the Academy. While most students had their minds full with Pentakill’s next concert a few did understand that the few lessons they could grasp from the, comparatively, tame instructors of the Academy would serve them well when faced with the sphinx-like desert.
Those lessons would’ve certainly have been dutifully embraced by the samurai lost amidst a sandstorm; had he known of them. His training had demanded years of strict discipline and practice with a blade but of survival skills little had been mentioned. In particular, he had never heard much of the desert before his training asked of him for an ultimate feat of skill: to track the elusive blade assassin and apprehend her. His dry mouth and exhausted body reminded him that it was, by far, not an easy mission to fulfil.
The Sun left leaving way to a cool air that delighted him. The night met him with a stark cold that made his body shiver. While his armour plates had baked his flesh under the Sun now they gathered dew under the bright stars of the pure night sky. He sat and wondered whether he had finally managed to overestimate his own worth and, simply, bit more than he could chew. Like this, he was sure to choke soon. His eye-lids were heavy but his willpower prevented him from falling asleep. He did give in, though, to the sweet freshness of the water that beckoned him with smooth undulations inside a bottle right under his nose.
He didn’t look up, he simply grabbed the bottle and drank. Initially he delighted in the chilly feel of the liquid running down his throat. After a while thirst overwhelmed his senses and he quaffed with desperation until the water found his larynx willing to let water in his trachea as easily as his oesophagus. He coughed and the bottle was snatched from his hand and the cap promptly screwed-on. “You shouldn’t venture into the desert without taking some precautions; like lots of water.” Now he did manage to look up and saw the distinct visage of a master of blades; which often found their edges dripping blood.
“Come, I have a ride here.” His face must’ve been more eloquent than he had intended because she answered: “I know you came for me and in your state you are more a moral nuisance than deadly threat. Come on, the night isn’t any kinder than the day around here.” His body wasn’t to put any objections to the offer and so the samurai did as he was told. She took him to a tent where he could drink more and also eat. He fell asleep under a colourful blanket without even taking his armour off. When he woke up he found himself still in the tent. Fresh fruit in a bowl by his side was his breakfast and some unprejudiced lunch chatter with the blade-master nurtured him even more. His mind gained insight into her perspective and way of life. Now he realised he had come to the desert not hunting a so-called assassin but chasing his humility.
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Source: League of Legends News: Champion and Skin Sale: 10.28 – 10.31