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*In the dark hallways of the Noxian military academy, the Headsman's Pride, Urgot, resides, living in his eternal torment. He glares from his one natural eye at the Noxian summoner before him and speaks in a wheezy, pained voice*

They wheezes want me to answer...questions?

he coughs briefly

Fine. Leave me...

*the summoner quickly leaves and Urgot grunts resignedly*

Ask *wheeze* away.

Breakfast of bros?

Due to the *wheeze* respirator they had to attach to my *cough* head during my sentence to the living world.. I do not eat *he pauses and says raspily* "breakfast of *cough* bros" I gather sustenance through various *wheeze*.... liquids.

Urgot would discover the tarot card of Death on his weapon polish for his scythe like arms. The card is associated with cycles, and metamorphsis. Urgot has undergone many changes throughout his life (and undead life). However, he is also caught in the cycle of vengance. Garen sought vengance for the capture of Prince Jarvan....now Urgot is seeking vengance for the one who killed him.

"Urgot..." A summoner says. "Who would you rather face? Fiora or Riven?"

A letter arives for Urgot, stamped with the Institute's offical postage stamp.

it reads:

*Urgot simply looks at the tarot card*

How *cough* did he even get in here....?


Good question, actually. *wheeze* Fiora. A haughty Demacian *cough* She would be excellent practice for killing him.


*Urgot contemplates this for a moment, then dips his acid hunter in the ink well and writes back*

I do not quite know. I will certainly not end my life, but I may re-enlist in the active military. I was famous in life for charging into enemy lines...that is how I want to exit this world. But I do not wish death on myself after my mission is complete. I just do not object to its coming.

((Bump))

If you have one wish in your mind, what would it be? The little yordle Admiral Titus "Yoshi" Flavius looked at him.

*Easy question. He answers without a second thought*

Death to the Might of *wheeze* Demacia.