Garen
When the new Sword-Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard fell in battle, Garen found himself put forward for command by his fellow warriors, and the nomination was unopposed.
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The Princeling’s Lament
The monk and the Princeling had won!
“Speak, fellow! Tell secrets of life eternal.”The monk told tales of a time forgotten
An ancient queen, now dead and mulch-rotten.
Sion
Darkwill was gone, overthrown by the general Jericho Swain—but Sion cared little, roaring and pulling against his bindings in a frenzy that could only be sated in battle. 
Xayah
Xayah dismissed him as a buffoon. A fellow Lhotlan he might be, but this Rakan seemed like nothing more than a foolish mu’takl. 
The Slumber Party Summoning
Ariel Lawrence
Ez tucks both hands behind his head and settles back on the couch. Fortune pulls out one the small throw pillows from behind her, fluffs it, and slams it back into the sofa and Ezreal, conveniently knocking the literal wind out his gallant sails in the process. 
An Intimate Evening at Oyster Bill’s
Jared Rosen
“It is good to meet a fellow hero, Malcolm Graves.”
A door closes upstairs, and the woman is gone.
Poppy
She observed Orlon as he led his soldiers in training exercises. He was not a large fellow, yet he swung his massive battle hammer with surprising alacrity. 
Last Rites
He picked up a few that looked familiar—bandages, yellow and brittle with age, and some ointment that had long turned to crust—and returned to the man atop the stone table. 
Twin Dawns
This world’s familiar sun still hides below the horizon. Crude and unpolished earth unfurls below.
The Dreaming Pool
Anthony Reynolds
It took him in the side of the neck, sinking deep, though Sirik cursed herself, for her aim was slightly off. It was not a killing blow. Nevertheless, Okin and their last companion took advantage of the moment, leaping in to strike.
Ambition's Embrace
Michael Yichao
Or the Star. Something different… yet familiar. Thresh, calling me to madness? Some strange torment before the end? 
Ouroboros
Ryan Verniere
Nasus leapt to the next rider, pulling him from his saddle; two strikes ruptured organs and stole the wind from his lungs. His broken form spun off into the sand, a ruined mass of agony.
Viktor
We will cover this more exhaustively in Chapter 21: The Theory of Biomechanics… but suffice to say, the Viktor that stepped forth was to a man as hextech is to the simple wheel! 
Warwick
The other man looked somber, somehow familiar; there were scars on his arms. Sometimes, as he fed in dark alleys on stray gangers, the flash of knives would remind him of an old blade covered in blood. 
If They Run
Her eyes brim with tears.
It’s all so... familiar.
I pull back and howl into the darkness, driving the girl forward.
Burial At Sea
She pushed herself away from Karthus, scrambling over the bodies of her fellow sailors.
The hammock beneath her moved.
They were all moving, squirming and writhing like fresh-caught fish gasping for air at the bottom of a boat.
Everywhere, and Everyone
L J Goulding
The occupation of Ionia is over, by order of our new Grand General. Noxus is leaving.
A curse upon the name of Jericho Swain!
The Burden
Gangplank turned and walked away from her, no less injured or limping, but his stride now held its familiar boldness.
“Next time I ask for help, just say no,” Gangplank growled.
Echoes in the Stone
It seemed there was tribal representation from all four corners of her homeland, but as Taliyah searched their faces, she saw none that were familiar. The people here were torn. They argued about the merits of staying in their temporary camps versus seeking shelter within the city.
Rules of Survival
“South it is.”
Rule Seven: Trust you can rely on your partner.