Hey everyone!
I am working on a champion in Champion Suggestions, Cedric, the Blade's Anger. I, however, am not a good writer. I thought it would be a good idea to come to this forum to get some reviews on my lore. So, if you guys could give me some feedback, that would be great.
I'm open to everything, changes, criticisms, anything. Don't worry, I won't be offended.
4th draft:
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Lore for Cedric, the Blade's Anger: Cedric had always been a swordsman. He fought with blades as early as 6, and by the time he was 10 he could beat every other swordsman in his village. Then he moved on, traveling all of Demacia. The only person who managed to beat him was Fiora, who disarmed him with out a thought. Cedric wasn' t disheartened though, already understanding that losing was a part of fighting. He simply spread out his travels to everywhere on the continent. He even managed to sneak into Noxus, and had his own small career there until he was discovered, named a public enemy and forced to leave before he was assassinated. This didn't stop him either. Everywhere he went, he gained reputations as one of, if not the best swordsman anyone had ever seen. One day, while training privately at the Serpentine River, Cedric found himself at a place he had never been before. It was a hill with a fence around it. At the base stood an old man, who as soon as he saw Cedric shouted, "Turn away! This hill bears nothing but death for a swordsman!" Cedric took this as a challenge, and slashed down the fence. He turned back towards the old man, but he had disappeared. Cedric climbed up to the top of the hill where he saw, siting on a pedestal, a sword. He approached it cautiously, when suddenly the blade flew up on its own accord and flew at Cedric to decapitate him. The blade, fueled by some unknown force began to push upon the great swordsman defenses. Cedric’s instinct took over and he battled the blade, which was a better swordsman than any opponent he had fought in all of his travelings. The fight lasted for hours as night fell, but Cedric couldn’t figure out how to defeat the inhuman opponent. He was also tiring. Finally, the sword managed to disarm the exhausted fighter. It thrust itself into his body, and Cedric crumpled, waiting for death. But death did not come. As Cedric sank to the ground, the sword began to glow with a red light, feeding upon Cedric’s life. The red light seemed to surround Cedric, and then melted into him, filling his head with whispers. As the sun rose, Cedric pulled the blade from his chest with a crazed laugh. His wound healed instantly. The blade had spoken to him, corrupting him with its will and driving him to insanity. He focused, and the blade let out a blast of red energy it had stored from its killings. He felt power intense surge through him, and he laughed again. Cedric traveled for a long time, feeding power in to his blade from the life forces of his defeated enemies. The more he fed it, the stronger it got. When he hear about the League, he joined without a second thought, ready to feed the sword all that he met. Endless slaughter is not useless, if it has purpose. -Cedric, the Blade's Anger |
3rd draft:
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Lore for Cedric, the Blade's Anger: Cedric had always been a swordsman. He fought with blades as early as 6, and by the time he was 10 he could beat every other swordsman in his village. Then he moved on, traveling all of Demacia. The only person who managed to beat him was Fiora, who disarmed him with out a thought. Cedric wash' t disheartened though, already understanding that losing was a part of fighting. He simply spread out his travels to everywhere on the continent. He even managed to sneak into Noxus, and had his own small career there until he was discovered, named a public enemy and forced to leave before he was assassinated. This didn't stop him either. Everywhere he went, he gained reputations as one of, if not the best swordsman anyone had ever seen. One day, while wandering around Serpentine River, Cedric came to a place he had never been before. It was a hill with a fence around it. At the base stood an old man, who as soon as he saw Cedric shouted, "Turn away! This hill bears nothing but death for swordsman!" Cedric took this as a challenge, and slashed down the fence. He turned back towards the old man, but he had disappeared. Cedric climbed up to the top of the hill where he saw, siting on a pedestal, a sword. He approached it cautiously, when suddenly the blade flew up on its own accord and flew at him. Cedric’s instinct took over and he battled the blade, which was a better swordsman than any opponent he had fought in all of his travelings. The fight lasted for hours as night fell, but Cedric couldn’t figure out how to defeat the inhuman opponent. He was also tiring. Finally, the sword managed to disarm the exhausted fighter. It thrust itself into his body, and Cedric crumpled, waiting for death. But death did not come. As Cedric sank to the ground, the sword began to glow with a red light, feeding upon Cedric’s life. The red light seemed to surround Cedric, and then melted into him, filling his head with whispers. As the sun rose, Cedric pulled the blade from his chest with a crazed laugh. His wound healed instantly. The blade had spoken to him, corrupting him with its will and driving him to insanity. He focused, and the blade let out a blast of red energy it had stored from its killings. He felt power intense surge through him, and he laughed again. Cedric traveled for a long time, feeding power in to his blade from the life forces of his defeated enemies. The more he fed it, the stronger it got. When he hear about the League, he joined without a second thought, ready to feed the sword all that he met. Endless slaughter is not useless, if it has purpose. -Cedric, the Blade's Anger |
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Lore for Cedric, the Blade's Anger: Cedric had always been a swordsman. He fought with blades as early as 6, and by the time he was 10 he could beat every other swordsman in his village. Then he moved on, traveling all of Demacia and every other town he could find. He even managed to sneak into Noxus, and had his own small career there until he was discovered and sent out. Everywhere he went, he gained reputations as the best swordsman anyone had ever seen. One day, while wandering around Serpentine River, Cedric came to a place he had never been before. It was a hill with a fence around it. At the base stood an old man, who as soon as he saw Cedric shouted, "Turn away! This hill bears nothing but death for swordsman!" Cedric took this as a challenge, and slashed down the fence. He turned back towards the old man, but he had disappeared. Cedric climbed up to the top of the hill where he saw, siting on a pedestal, a sword. He approached it cautiously, when suddenly the blade flew up on its own accord and flew at him. Cedric’s instinct took over and he battled the blade, which was a better swordsman than any opponent he had fought in all of his travelings. The fight lasted for hours as night fell, but Cedric couldn’t figure out how to defeat the inhuman opponent. He was also tiring. Finally, the sword managed to disarm the exhausted fighter. It thrust itself into his body, and Cedric crumpled, waiting for death. But death did not come. As Cedric sank to the ground, the sword began to glow with a red light, feeding upon Cedric’s life. The red light seemed to surround Cedric, and then melted into him, filling his head with whispers. As the sun rose, Cedric pulled the blade from his chest with a crazed laugh. His wound healed instantly. The blade had spoken to him, corrupting him with its will and driving him to insanity. He focused, and the blade let out a blast of red energy it had stored from its killings. He felt power intense surge through him, and he laughed again. Cedric traveled for a long time, feeding power in to his blade from the life forces of his defeated enemies. The more he fed it, the stronger it got. When he hear about the League, he joined without a second thought, ready to feed the sword all that he met. Endless slaughter is not useless, if it has purpose. -Cedric, the Blade's Anger |
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Cedric had always been a swordfighter. He quickly rose to the top during his life in Demacia, and then moved on, traveling Demacia, Noxus, and anywhere else he could travel. Everywhere he went he fought, and every fight he won. One day, Cedric came to a place he had never been before. It was a hill with a fence around it, and a sign that read “SWORDSMAN BEWARE.” Cedric took this as a challenge, and slashed down the fence. He climbed up to the top of the hill where he saw, siting on a pedestal, a sword. He approached it cautiously, when suddenly the blade flew up on its own accord and flew at him. Cedric’s instinct took over and he battled the blade, which was a better swordsman than any opponent he had fought. The fight lasted for hours as night fell, but Cedric couldn’t figure out how to defeat the sword. He was also tiring. Finally, the sword managed to disarm Cedric. It thrust itself into his body, and Cedric crumpled, waiting for death. But death did not come. As Cedric sank to the ground, the sword began to glow with a red light, feeding upon Cedric’s life. The red light seemed to seep into Cedric, filling his head with whispers. As the sun rose, Cedric pulled the blade from his chest. His wound healed instantly. The blade had spoken to him, corrupting him and driving him insane. He focused, and the blade let out a blast of energy it had stored. He felt power surge through him. Cedric traveled for a long time, feeding power in to his blade. The more he fed it, the stronger it got. When he hear about the League, he joined without a second thought, ready to feed the sword all that he met. Endless slaughter is not useless, if it has purpose. -Cedric, the Blade's Anger |


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