Search results for Miss Fortune
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Wuju was founded by those believing their swordsmanship to be too precious to share, too sacred to draw blood—so for centuries, it flourished in isolation, with no outsiders knowing its true nature. 
Right On Time
Dana Luery Shaw
“Excellent. 22:30, then. That should give us both plenty of time.”
Mave turns to leave, but Renata stops her and glances at the deviser.
Rammus
Every year, thousands of Shurimans trek through the most treacherous and remote corners of the desert on a quest to find Rammus, for many teachings indicate he will answer a single question of those he finds deserving, if they are able to find him. 
Galio
It seemed the fossilized trees were a natural magic-dampener, and any sorcery used within them would simply fail. No longer helpless, the refugees turned their swords on the dark mages and drove them from the land.
The Final Reign
Michael Yichao
He squinted up at the specter and spoke through a throat dry and cracked.
“You will not find what you seek! A brutish monster could never understand the secrets of the Tome of Spirits and—”
A swing of the mace.
Nunu & Willump
Though he was dragged to safety by the surviving Notai, he was left to wonder what had happened to Layka, waiting to hear her songs on the wind…
Snow fell. Weeks passed.
Nunu missed his mother desperately, but the Notai assured him no child could safely search for her.
Sisterhood of War Part I: Old Wounds
Ian St. Martin
Our cook’s no artist, but they’re a damn sight better than that. Come.”
The sun had begun to sink into the horizon, painting the sky in dappled bands of gold, orange, and scarlet, drifting down into indigo.
Sai Kahleek
All that was left was to run.
When Caleeb lost his breath, Rek’Sai took him.
Son of Ur
David Slagle
I didn’t want this to be the way I would remember her. I wanted to remember her smile. 
Adaptation
Ian St. Martin
There is no return from such a fate.
Or so I was told. Years and blood can change such things.
Seraphine
Fear of the chem-barons who controlled every opportunity. Hatred of the spoiled, arrogant Pilties above. There was so much discord. 
Sett
All of a sudden, those who had bitten their tongues at the sight of young Sett felt free to express their contempt. The boy was bewildered, wondering where his father had gone, and why trouble suddenly seemed to be following him. 
Karthus
Karthus emptied the temple’s coffers and bought passage to Bilgewater, a city plagued by a strange black mist said to draw souls to a cursed island far out at sea. No captain was willing to take Karthus to the Shadow Isles, but eventually he came upon a rum-sodden fisherman with a mountain of debts and nothing to lose.
Volibear
Others would have been content to ignore them completely, since these feeble creatures would eventually die like all before them. 
Art is Life
Graham McNeill
No, the nights in Noxus were never silent.
Except here.
This part of Noxus was deathly quiet.
Maura held her pack of brushes, paints, and charcoals close to her chest as she felt the din of the Noxian night fade.
The Will of the Dead
Laura Michet
“The crew is... not pleased. We lost a choice contract because of it. So I went to Fortune and I told her: I’m useful! 
The Monster of Kalduga Outpost
Matt Dunn
“Where is… alarm?”
“Have you lost your brain, Ewaii? I’ll do it. See the physician when this is over.”
A Feast Fit for A King
Graham McNeill
This wasn’t his territory, there were more ways to die up here than he could count, and he could count a lot higher than any other troll he knew.
He might fall into a crevasse, get swallowed by a riddling ice-wyrm, or get cooked in the pot of one of the wild troll clans that lived up this way.
Jayce
It was pointless; they were on him before he could swing even once. As he fell to the ground under a storm of their blows, Jayce saw Viktor looking on, not with triumph, but with sadness. 
Yasuo
As she returned to her native desert sands, Yasuo set out for his own village, determined to put right his mistakes and find his old master’s true killer.