No One Lives
He bellowed as he galloped from the weed-choked ruins, lowering his hooked glaive and feeling the old thrill of the charge. A memory flickered, riding at the head of a silver host.
Search results for Graves
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Janna
Since ancient times, there have been those who prayed to the winds. From sailors seeking good weather to the downtrodden calling on winds of change, mortals have placed their hope in the tempests and gales that sweep across Runeterra.
Tristana
She started calling her food “rations”, and set herself strict times for rest and relaxation.
But something was missing.
From The Ashes
Aaron Dembski-Bowden
He was a creature on the edge of savagery, held back only by tattered shreds of humanity.
Rygann swallowed hard, saying nothing. He was shaking himself, for far different reasons.
The Whispering Doodad
Graham McNeill
I bend the shadows around the trees a little. Humans sometimes have a hard time seeing yordles, at least as they really are, but I think the woman with the cold eyes might be sharper than most, and I don’t want to see these two get hurt.
The Echoes Left Behind
Anthony Reynolds
The death’s head that was his face was hard to read, but there was cruel amusement in his eyes.
“You’re an aberration, Ledros,” he said, still dangling the pendant before him.
Silence for the Damned
Odin Austin Shafer
Each overlapping, several pitches at once, creating an unnatural, guttural dirge which harmonized with the fire’s roar. The sound dug fear into Sejuani’s stomach like an unquenchable hunger. 
The Dream Thief
Matt Dunn
That hateful creature is one of the few memories she could not purge from the Freljord, no matter how hard she tried.
Lightning strikes the shaman multiple times. A toothy maw stretches his jawline.
Sai Kahleek
Jaheje’s feet bled badly the first day; he nearly fainted from the pain. He practiced long after the caravan stopped and the ground cooled.
Ruination Prologue
Anthony Reynolds
Viego laughed, though the sound had an edge of hysteria to it and was too loud in the cavernous space.
Deep Breath
They won’t admit it, of course – they’ll smile through their teeth and pat us on the back and tell us that Piltover would be nowhere without Zaun. Our hard workers! Our bustling trade! Our chemtech that everyone in Piltover pretends they don’t buy, except they constantly do!
One Last Show
Katie Chironis
But the outline morphed… the fuzzy curve of a sleeping figure. He had fallen ill and passed a month ago. A hard harvest without him, no doubt.
The etwahl hummed something private to Sona then: the last rasping song the man had ever sung to his wife.
Alone
Ian St. Martin
Sleep beckoned, warm and enveloping, tenderly lowering her eyelids with the promise of true rest.
Then the door opened.
A Smoldering Coal
Roy Graham
Before she took one out of every three hands strong enough to swing a blade.”
Her voice became a bitter hiss.
Caravan North
Rayla Heide
He rolled to the fallen caravan and rummaged through the debris, emerging with Ojan’s wooden carving of the Armordillo. The likeness wasn’t perfect, but certainly discernible.
Engineering the Nightmare
The body contorted in response as flesh split like poorly seamed fabric unable to contain the changes occurring underneath. 
Ashe
But Grena’s belief in prophecies and legends led her to take risks, which often left her tribe enfeebled. Finally, during a dangerous and unnecessary raid in another tribe's lands, Grena was killed.
Draven
When Basilich fell to the warhosts of Noxus, the brothers came to the attention of a captain named Cyrus, after Draven made an ill-considered attempt on his life. Impressed with their fighting spirit, Cyrus allowed them to join the Noxian ranks.
Dr. Mundo
Known for his boisterous affability, he was remarkably good-natured for a man who made his living off physical intimidation. 
Kled
It has long been said that he rides wherever Noxians march, claiming the spoils of war for himself. Indeed, in their wake, good-humored signs can often be found proclaiming each new territory “Property of Kled”.