#i just imagined kalista coming to syndra and saying

[bladesurgence]

retribution.

     Brass, Syndra identified. Three parts copper, one part zinc.

     The spear had belonged to some border watchman overseeing these forests the other night. The Placidium must not have put much stock in the training of these patrolmen, else they would never have succumbed to the jaws of a mist panther.

     Must not even have known which way to wield it, Syndra thought, guiding the spear to float through the air and place itself into a spearholder, where it settled horizontally in the grasp of the metal fixture in the center of the room, empty save for a few candles giving Syndra just enough light to inspect it.

     As she raised her hand, the three orbs behind her began to rise, paralleling its motion, and her energy began to manifest in the form of a light purple aura. Pointing it towards the spear, Syndra focused the flow of her mana, and began to concentrate, visualizing the shape of the shaft beginning to curve.

     Syndra had recently discovered that manipulating the form of other objects differed from simply exerting force upon it. Too much force could result in destroying the material; too much pressure and it would implode, rendering it ineffective. But she developed the idea after tailing a couple of Shuriman sheikhs visiting Ionia, mesmerized by the design of their curved scimitars.

     Bending matter, instead of simply smashing through it, could prove very useful.

     Syndra strained, visualizing the composition in her head and the desired result. But despite her concentration, the metal would not bend to her will. She was careful to channel her power to an extent that wouldn’t simply compromise the brass itself. It felt like balancing on a tightrope, slowly advancing forward, but risking the fall if she went too quickly or forced it.

     Come on... bend to me!

     No response. Syndra sighed, diffusing her power and stepping back. Again, then, she thought between deep breaths, stepping into a better lit position. Thrusting her hand out, she began to channel again.

     Her eyes closed, blackness taking over the vivid details of the spear surrounded by its blurry surroundings. She tried to feel the circuits in her body opening, allowing her magic to spill forth uninhibited. The air in the room began to whistle. Syndra paid it no mind, assuming it just part of the effect. Slowly, but surely, she could sense the metal submitting to her power.

     The wind grew faster. Syndra opened her eyes, expecting to witness the fruits of her labor, but only a grey mist greeted her. Her magic extinguished itself; Syndra lowered her hand and raised her shoulders, drawing up to her full height. When the mist cleared, she could make out the fuzzy outline of what she assumed must be a spirit: the tell-tale emerald glow of the undead, a spindly figure with a dark war-helm and holding a spectral spear similar to the one that Syndra had before her. Several spears identical in nature to the one in her hand jutted out of her chest.

     “The Oath-taker,” Syndra realized, standing her ground. She had never betrayed anyone in her life, at least from her perspective, and she stuck to that story.

     Kalista looked around the room, as if looking for souls that Syndra could not see. “Great power radiates from you, sorceress.”

     “As it should. I was - I am in the middle of a magical experiment. What business do you have with me?” Syndra asked.

     “We felt the beckoning of a summons call us to this place.” Kalista looked at her with empty green sockets. “A spear offering. A vortex of deeply committed energy.”

     Syndra waved her hand. “I did not send for you. This undertaking is for my research and mine alone.”

     “Perhaps it is the influence of the Blood Moon,” Kalista mused, after a pause. “There are malignant spirits everywhere. Betrayers and oathbreakers, swindlers of spirit and essence just as there are those of flesh and blood.”

     An idea struck Syndra. “Well, if you aren’t here to destroy me, perhaps you are here to act for me?”

     Kalista gave a slight tilt of her head. “We only act upon the intercession of an Oathsworn. We can see every transgression inflicted upon a person. We know the pain of betrayal, the loss that rends through one’s heartstrings. But you, Sovereign, have already accounted for the betrayer that wronged you.”

     “How can you say that? The Council of Elders sent me to that man. The Council made my magic stagnate under his magic dampening. They tried to prevent me from becoming who I am now!”

     “The Council,” Kalista calmly replied, “was deceived by that man as well.”

     The specter raised her hand, and a luminous fog rose from it. Peering into it, Syndra could make out scenes revolving around her old teacher - his pledge to the Council at the time to instruct her in all the arts as best he could, his first meeting with Syndra, their time studying magic together, the revelation of his dampening. And another scene - her master conspiring with a shrouded figure, in the halls of the Council building.

     “Who is that?” Syndra demanded, pointing to the cloaked figure. “My master still has a conspirator?’

     “It is not our duty to hunt down fringe cases and transitive associations. The spears avenge what has been directly betrayed. We know transgressions, but not the circumstances behind them.”

     “Then... why are you telling me this?”

     Kalista waved her hand, and another vision emerged from the fog. A figure clad in scarlet armor, with a four-pronged blade hovering behind her. Irelia, she recognized. She watched Irelia track down someone across the country, the object of her pursuit always managing to stay one step ahead of her. But she watched how Irelia caught glimpses of them, picking up clues to their identity, until she realized her target as the cloaked figure in her own visions.

     “We do not know. But this one may.”

     “Irelia...” Syndra exhaled. She had not spoken to her friend since Syndra condemned her for enslaving herself to the Council, serving them like a dog.

     “This one has always remained faithful to you, Sovereign, has she not?”

     “She has.” Syndra looked at her fingers, magic crackling from the tips. “Faithful to a fault.”

     It’s time to pay a visit, dear Irie.

[infinite-xerath]

Xerath Interactions For Every Champ

I’ve done this before, but since we have some new characters and reworks, I figure I’d go and give this another shot.

Aatrox: “Just like the empire you served, Aatrox, you are now but a shadow of greatness.”

Ahri: “The temptations of flesh do not sway me, fox.”

Akali: “Flee into your smoke, girl; it will not hide you from me!”

Alistar: “You are not yet free of your chains, minotaur; join me, and reap your revenge!”

Amumu: “Friends will inevitably betray you, child...”

Anivia: “I needed only one rebirth to achieve greatness!”

Annie: “You hold great potential, child...”

Aphelios: “You conjure weapons from another realm? Show me more.”

Ashe: “You would unite your homeland, but I shall unite the world!”

Aurelion Sol: “I acknowledge your strength, star dragon, but I am power incarnate!”

Azir: “Cling to your precious Sun, Azir; I have no more need of it!”

Bard: “You may witness my triumph, storyteller, but do not interfere!”

Blitzcrank: “Such a crude golem...”

Brand: “A power rivaling even my own... I think I shall take it!”

Braum: “Cower behind your shield; it makes no difference!”

Caitlyn: “Mine is the only law that matters!”

Camille: “I will tear that gem from your chest, machine...”

Cassiopeia: “You sought power in the tomb, serpent, and you found me.”

Cho’Gath: “You think to devour me, beast? I welcome you to try!”

Corki: “I shall blast that infernal machine from the sky!”

Darius: “You are the mightiest warrior of Noxus? How underwhelming.”

Diana: “I tore the Sun from the sky. Shall I treat the moon in-kind?”

Dr. Mundo: “Abomination! You dare to approach me?”

Draven: “Look upon me, mortal, and witness TRUE greatness.”

Ekko: “The power to control time, in the hands of a mere child!? I shall rectify this at once.”

Elise: “You think yourself immortal? Allow me to enlighten you.”

Evelynn: “I will teach you TRUE agony, demon.”

Ezreal: “Surrender that gauntlet, boy, or I will claim it from your ashes.”

Fiddlesticks: “Fear? I have cast such emotions aside.”

Fiora: “Nobility means nothing to a god.”

Fizz: “Your childish antics end here, creature!”

Galio: “You consume magic, but even a titan has limits!”

Gangplank: “Yet another dethroned king, grasping for his lost throne...”

Garen: “Crushing Demacia will be child’s play compared to Shurima.”

Gnar: “A primal rage stirs in this whelp... Interesting...”

Gragas: “Such simpletons are beneath my notice.”

Graves: “Another mercenary? Let us put your skills to the test...”

Hecarim: “A horse without its reigns? I shall soon correct that...”

Heimerdinger: “A dull mind with delusions of brilliance.”

Illaoi: “I claimed what was mine. Now, the world will move as I will it!”

Irelia: “Entertain me, dancer. That is your purpose, is it not?”

Ivern: “Your influence in the desert is lacking, ‘green father.’”

Janna: “A guardian that relies on the strength of others is meaningless...”

Jarvan IV: “What is a king to a god, Demacian? Just a man with fleeting authority.”

Jax: “Join me, Icathian, and I will see the Void itself burned!”

Jayce: “You will not be the first hero I crush, nor the last...”

Jhin: “Mad though you may be, I could offer you a greater stage...”

Jinx: “You think you know chaos, girl? Your rampage is but child’s play.”

Kai’Sa: “If a mere mortal can survive the Void, then destroying it will be easier than I imagined...”

Kalista: “Azir made an oath he could never keep; HE is the betrayer!”

Karma: “They say your wisdom is unrivaled, yet you are still foolish enough to stand against me?”

Karthus: “You mistake eternal damnation for eternal greatness, lich.”

Kassadin: “You fight a battle you cannot win; surrender your relics, and I will finish it in your stead.”

Katarina: “Your sister proved most useful, assassin...”

Kayle: “I answer to no judgement but my own!”

Kayn: “You struggle endlessly for control of one-another; I shall put you both out of your misery!”

Kennen: “You are swift as lightning, yordle, but my fury is the storm!”

Kha’Zix: “I stand at the apex of life; you can never hope to reach my level!”

Kindred: “When next I strike down Azir, ensure he does not return!”

Kled: “A mad yordle on a frightful drakalops? Is this meant to be a threat?”

Kog’Maw: “I shall end your hunger... Along with your existence!”

LeBlanc: “Your petty tricks cannot deceive me, witch!”

Lee Sin: “A pity you cannot see the error in opposing me...”

Leona: “No matter how many avatars of the sun stand against me, I shall strike them all down!”

Lillia: “Dreams are but fleeting fantasies; I have no need of them.”

Lissandra: “You think a prison of ice can hold me? You are sorely mistaken.”

Lucian: “Your weapons may banish the dead, but to me, they are little more than toys!”

Lulu: “I sense the most primal of magics within you, yordle. Where did you obtain it?”

Lux: “Your light is but a spark next to me, girl!”

Malphite: “What sort of imbecile gives life to a mountain?”

Malzahar: “You are no prophet, Malzahar; you are merely a puppet!”

Maokai: “You seek to liberate your home from the dead? That can be arranged...”

Master Yi: “A master of the blade is no match for a master of the arcane!”

Miss Fortune: “Your city requires order, and I alone can restore it.”

Mordekaiser: “You may rule the realm of the dead, but Runeterra is MINE!”

Morgana: “If you would embrace chains, then perhaps you may have mine.”

Nami: “A civilization beneath the sea? Interesting...”

Nasus: “Come to face me again, Nasus? It will end no differently than your prior attempts!”

Nautilus: “I do not pay tribute to false gods!”

Neeko: “My essence is too great for you to handle, trickster.”

Nidalee: “Human, beast, it matters not; you will bow all-the-same!”

Nocturne: “My nightmares ended long ago, demon. Now, yours begin!”

Nunu and Willump: “Naive child. You are merely a pawn, just as I was once...”

Olaf: “No death will immortalize your name, fool; I alone am eternal!”

Orianna: “To preserve your life, you became a mere husk... I almost pity you, machine.”

Ornn: “Forge for me a weapon to shatter these chains, mountain god!”

Pantheon: “You will fall before me, Targonian, just as Asose did...”

Poppy: “The world I create shall have no need of heroes.”

Pyke: “Your mind is already shattered. Now, I shall break the rest of you!”

Qiyana: “Power? Authority? Let me teach you what those words truly mean, child!”

Quinn: “Tell Demacia what you have found, scout. Whatever defenses they prepare, I WILL break!”

Rakan: “Human, vastaya, it matters not; I shall reign over both!”

Rammus: “The beast of legend... Come, let us see if your stories hold true!”

Rek’Sai: “When I am rid of you, the Great Sai will be mine!”

Rell: “Pledge your power to me, child, and let us dismantle Noxus together...”

Renekton: “Do you still recall who imprisoned us, Renekton? Do not forget the root of your hatred...”

Rengar: “I can offer you elusive prey, hunter; her name is Sivir...”

Riven: “You would challenge me with a broken blade? Are all Noxians so foolish?”

Rumble: “Yordles are said to be honored creatures. Looking upon you, I fail to see why.”

Ryze: “The World Runes must be kept from mortal hands... That is why I shall harness their power!”

Samira: “You say I destroyed your home? You will have to be more specific...”

Sejuani: “You survived the harshness of your homeland, just as I survived mine...”

Senna: “Darkness, light, it matters not; no power can rival my own!”

Seraphine: “You seek to unite your home? I will unite the WORLD, child.”

Sett: “You fight for entertainment? Very well... Entertain me.”

Shaco: “I will not indulge your twisted games, jester. Perish!”

Shen: “I alone can bring stability to this world.”

Shyvana: “Such power... Why do you waste it in service to imbeciles?”

Singed: “You are little more than a walking corpse; I will return you to the grave!”

Sion: “You think you know rage? The Butcher shall enlighten you...”

Sivir: “The kin of Azir, wielding the Chalicar... You cannot be allowed to live!”

Skarner: “So the Brackern are more than a fable... But only just.”

Sona: “A fine instrument... Go on then. Play for your emperor.”

Soraka: “You bound yourself to flesh and blood, but I have surpassed it!”

Swain: “Vision, might, guile... I am the embodiment of your ideals, general.”

Sylas: “You and I are much alike... Stand with me, and Demacia WILL fall.”

Syndra: “Your magic is potent, Syndra, but your mind is dull and clouded!”

Tahm Kench: “You have nothing to offer me, demon. Begone from my sight!”

Taliyah: “You will tell me where she went, child, or I will pry it from your dying breaths!”

Talon: “You are not the first assassin I have faced...”

Taric: “My radiance far surpasses any gem, Targonian.”

Teemo: “Your tricks cannot hide you forever, yordle...”

Thresh: “No prison can hold me, least of all your frail lantern.”

Tristana: “You wish to become a soldier? That can be arranged...”

Trundle: “You think yourself clever, troll? That you would provoke me says otherwise.”

Tryndamere: “Mightier warriors have failed to best me. You shall fare no better.”

Twisted Fate: “You confuse petty tricks for magic, gambler. That was your greatest and final mistake!”

Twitch: “It seems the Voidborn are not the only vermin I must exterminate...”

Udyr: “Do you truly control the spirits within, or do they control you?”

Urgot: “I am the ONLY one with the might to stand above all others.”

Varus: “A mighty Sunborn, reduced to a squabbling trio of corpses...”

Vayne: “YOU are Demacia’s protector from darkness? This will be easier than I had imagined...”

Veigar: “You think yourself evil incarnate? How amusing...”

Vel’Koz: “Not even YOUR twisted mind could fathom the secrets I possess.”

Vi: “To think a city that prides itself on brilliance would birth a brute such as you...”

Viego: “You are but the shadow of a man clinging to petty emotions; you are CERTAINLY no king.”

Viktor: “I alone have achieved perfection, and perfection cannot be copied.”

Vladimir: “I congratulate you on your mastery of the most primitive spellcraft known to man.”

Volibear: “Even the storm bends to my will!”

Warwick: “Another dog to hound me? I shall return you to your leash!”

Wukong: “No level of skill may rival pure power, ape!”

Xayah: “Human, vastaya, it matters not; I shall reign over both!” 

Xin Zhao: “They say your will is unbreakable... I beg to differ.”

Yasuo: “What do you know of the girl called Taliyah?”

Yone: “You come to me seeking answer? Prove you are worthy of them!”

Yorick: “You would fight the undead... By raising the undead? Imbecile.”

Yuumi: “The book shall be mine, cat!”

ZAC: “What manner of twisted sorcery gave rise to an abomination such as this?”

Zed: “I will burn away your shadows and armor, and expose you for the weakling you are!”

Ziggs: “I may have use for weapons such as yours...”

Zilean: “You saved your people from the Void, only to imprison them beyond time? Icathia truly was a land of fools...”

Zoe: “Celestial magic is not a plaything, girl!”

Zyra: “The desert is no place you. Return to the jungle, or be pruned.”