*Atop a weathered, crumbling altar, inscribed with faded, long-since forgotten runic symbols, charged with some unknown force...magic, and yet not quite magic, but powerful enough to make your hair stand on edge, a shadowy, masked figure, wielding a glowing vorpal blade in his blackened hand, turns to greet your curious advance.*


Yes. I am the one...who protects all from the great darkness that would seek to destroy it. I am the one...who safeguards your dreams, that they may never become nightmares. I...defend Valoran from the Void.

I am Kassadin. And I am at your will.

What's yer...

Breakfast...

'o...

CHAMPIO-OOO-O-OO-O-OOONS?!

Varus wandered into the domain of Kassadin, here was a man who sought knowledge beyond his control that had paid the price. With this he found a new-born purpose, but Varus doubted if there was not a single thread of negativity within him, or to simply put it, an agenda of sorts.

Do you believe what have become of you to be reasonable punishment for your pursuit of forbidden knowledge?

What about your opinions on the Shadow Isles? And tell me about your organization called the Preservers.

- Admiral Titus Flavius, Bandle CIty admiral

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