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The deadly Black Mist pours freely from Viego’s broken heart—ripping the life from everything it touches—and he uses the Mist to scour the world for some way to return Isolde to his side. 
The Final Reign
Michael Yichao
Mordekaiser rests a hand on the armrest, taking pride in his work. This piece subsumed more souls in its creation than any other single part in his fortress. 
Shuriman Trash
Amanda Jeffrey
I’d like to see a certain other yordle pull off a demonstration of extreme marksmanship like that!
And Kesu?
Confessions of a Broken Blade: Part 2
Ariel Lawrence
The words fell from Riven’s lips with an empty hollowness. She would accept her fate at the hands of these people. She would let them pass judgment and she would answer for her crimes. 
Annie
However, fire and death awaits anyone foolish enough to try parting Annie from the stuffed bear at her side.
Kept safe by Tibbers, she wanders the dark forests of Noxus, oblivious to danger—and the dangers posed to others by her own unchecked power—hoping, one day, to find someone like her to play with.
From the Journal of Professor Cecil B. Heimerdinger
It redirects itself to the nearest yordle (if there is more than one in the vicinity) ensuring everyone has a turn. I'll take it to the young yordles today and demonstrate my invention. 
Jinx
No one knows for certain what happened to turn that sweet young child into a wildcard, infamous for her wanton acts of destruction. 
The Thrill of the Chase
Let’s go or we’ll lose him.”
Caitlyn dropped to one knee to look at the street from a different perspective.
Tahm Kench
The demon came again, offering a deal that would take the tip of one finger. The following week it was an ear. 
A Feast Fit for A King
Graham McNeill
More meat was brought up and placed in the pile between the two seated troll kings. Giant hunks of flesh torn from the bellies of giant sea creatures, ribs from hairy mammoths, slithering piles of rotten fish, giant wings from the flightless birds of the tundra, entire elnük heads, and squirming heaps of wriggling body parts that Trundle was glad he didn’t recognize.
Alone
Ian St. Martin
It has mounted for you in this unforgiving world, nowhere to go but bottled up inside. Feel it rise up, above your neck, slipping up over your nose, your ears. 
Sett
When the event was over, Sett inquired about his father, and learned a hard truth: his father had bought out his contract and left to tour more profitable pits abroad. He had deserted his family, to seek fortune on the other side of the world. 
Urgot
He endured the mine’s hellish conditions in grim silence, waiting for death.
In the Dredge, death came in many forms…
The mine’s warden, Baron Voss, would sometimes offer freedom in return for a prisoner’s tortured confession—granting it with the edge of her blade.
Bard
He can see a great conflict approaching—one fought not in any single realm, but in all—and awaits the time when he must finally pick a side.
Fiddlesticks
So universally feared that even animals grow nervous when someone speaks its name.
In the wake of this revival, another tale, nearly lost to memory, has seen a resurgence throughout the hinterlands.
Ornn
Through the Hearthblood he had glimpsed the sweeping potential of mortal life, only to see it all lost beneath the indiscriminate wrath of his immortal struggle. Wracked with guilt, he retreated to the isolation of his foundry, and buried himself in his work for an age. 
Jayce
Utterly unsurprised, Jayce took the offer, and spent most of his early years constructing potential hextech devices and designing transformable multi-tools for Piltover’s working class: a wrench that transformed into a prybar, a pickaxe that could morph into a shovel, a hammer that could turn into a demolition beam, if only it had a sufficiently powerful battery. 
In the Fires of Justice
Rayla Heide
It was a fearsome sight to see.
“‘You say you lead your people. Be now the first to be judged by my blades,’ the Protector said.
Ryze
Ryze now understood the task he had inherited—as long as any World Rune remained unsecured, Runeterra was surely doomed. This knowledge was to become a lonely burden indeed, for ever since that day he has scoured the world in search of the last remaining Runes. 
One Last Shot
“If you want to walk away from this, you best go fetch more men!”
He took another swig from the bottle, then put it down on the bar.