Akali hiting u with that double shroud

Maybe give more stats but only if he gets the kill so he is rewarded for beating a strong enemy and still not have an advantage in the 1v1 if they even could be like 25% enemy ap (+2.5% per 100 enemy ap) to make it so he no just go on janna for like 27.5% ap but on the 1000 AP 1 SHOT | MY PARENTS DIVORCED ME AFTER THIS | AP GANGPLANK NEW OP?! | and get 50% of his ap

Morde E:- * Penetration * Aoe pull in Dari E:- * Penetration * Aoe pull in I no mean aesthetics I mean gameplay

Do the characters have to be in the game or can they be side characters from the lore?

I got 404 Idk what champ that is but i think its an invisble one cause there was no pic

Damn I can tell you don’t play many assassins

How to counter aka w: step 1 : walk away the only time this wont work is if u rly low or do no dmg

*_dies 5 times in bot in the first 3 mins_* “Bot pls stop why u do dis” “Jgl no gank” Why u think u need ganks to win lane guys? Just play like normal humans.

Ye but braum Q applys his passive to the target alowing for a follow up stun and it also slows. It isnt designed as damage and fits with his kit. If you want to make it work then make the q deal less damage but also add an increasing slow or knock back as it is charged

He said to make it optional

Im thinking of making one on the dead queen cause I think she couldve been possessed by a Darkin (like kayn) or just ressurected badly.

They wont add a campaign because leage is designed to be a team game and a campaign would kinda undermine that.

He has no obivous theme to his kit. He has some damage, but that doesn’t have a main part in his kit, as he doesn’t seem has that much. He has support in his kit, but his q makes no sense with the rest of the kit. To fix this I would change the Q to fit the close-range support style the rest of his kit seems to have. You could also cange the W to fit this more but that isn’t necessary. If you _realy_ want to keep the current Q you need to change the rest of the kit. Overall, let me know about any changes you make, because otherwise this is a good concept. _Bye for now_ _Crablobster10_

I think that Camille, Sejuani, Trundle and Ornn aren’t realy exotic support picks. Ive seen all played multiple times, and Cam, Trundle and Ornn supp have all been played in eSports.

How botlane reliant the meta is. It feels like if your bot loses their’s nothing you can do in the game if the enemy has a peel support, and it’s not like top-lane bruiser meta’s where you can usualy out-scale them, cause lategame adc is op anyway. Just to be clear, I don’t hate my bot for having a bad game, I hate the fact that the game is lost cause they are.

Ye but his dueling is pitiful unless u go for full ad or something

Idk man i just 100-0’ed a lulu with one w (full ap build)

I would say poppy and sion are too team reliant for dmg if u want to solo carry

I like Kayn Camille and Kindred

He played it today

Cryofrost brand

My jungle walked through my mid and i flashed because i thought she was theirs

Just cc him and he useless

Every scaling campion that uses autoattacks. Also i play yasuo and u just have to cc him.

As a yasuo player i agree that a lot of the stereotypes aren’t true, however you are obviously part of the toxic one. Also if ur interested in 1v1ing me on yas then friend me (just casual, nothing at stake)

Because most 13 y/o s aren’t dumb enough to think that name ok

I posted this in jokes for a reason dude... {{sticker:sg-lulu}}

id put 500 range if I where u he wouldn't be op with higher range

just say it marks them and on e say or marked enemies

u need another name for "plasma" its kai passive name

Im sorry to tell u this mah dud but this is an NA contest

I can't help that think that you, KATScript, would be biased when thinking of starguardian leaders...

Will we be notified if we’re chosen, oh, great Catctusgrill?

For me its not that i don’t know what to do but that i forget to do it

He is what they call an ad caster. Other ad casters are Rene garen and yoric

Thanks! I’ll read yours now. {{sticker:sg-ahri-2}} Edit: I read yours! It’s very good! Although, I noticed a few SPAG errors. Good Luck!

Me too {{sticker:slayer-pantheon-rainbows}}

It was made in Germany so prob just translation issues

Hello everyone! The rules said to write lore for how Garen or Darius came to power. So now gather round and read the story of Garen’s rise to power *GOD KING GAREN* Complete silence, but there was unease. Struck with almost unbearable pain Garen, the demacian warrior, stood in the middle of the Noxian camp fighting the guilt welling up within his strong heart. It wasn’t the sun dazzling him. It was the golden, blood covered pin furnished with the Demacian eagle. Hesitating, with a cold-stone look Garen kneeled down slowly to the enormous and messy pool of blood. For him, it was indeed tough to face and particularly accept the fact, that Jarvan now watches in internal peace over Demacia. Calmly closing his hand convulsively around the grisly pin, while his soldiers were speechless grieving gathered around closely at the murder scene. Even he was fighting the oppressive guilt, the Demacian Warrior slowly reared up in his mighty armor, pinning his sword into the dry ground and spoke with a reticent but strong voice: “A Demacian will never stand alone.” Garen hefted the sword out of the ground, the pin still clutched in his other hand, a reminder of his irrevocable failure. “We will search the woods around here,” Garen spoke in the same, emotionless tone he had before, not truly believing they would find the prince,” We shall not let him stand alone, if he still lives.” His words were not a request, but a command. As Garen moved to his large, brown horse his armour felt much heavier than usual. He mounted. His men followed suit, all mounting their steeds, all wearing the same grief-ridden faces that bespoke what they all knew, their noble prince was dead, murdered by the Noxians, and this search was only happening because there wasn’t a body, just armour. Yet, on they went, carefully searching the forest for a dead prince. When the futile search was over, the tiny flicker of hope that had lingered in Garen was extinguished, his overwhelming guilt was now all he felt. As Garen and his troops rode towards to Demacia, he was mostly silent and sullen, only speaking to give necessary orders. The guilt now overwhelmed him, suppressing every other emotion. The impact as his horse’s hooves, the weight of his armour, the colour of the flowers growing at the side of the rode, anything that might distract him from the unbearable guilt. How could his heart be in so much pain, and he not be dead? Garen couldn’t bear to look at the citizens of Demacia as he rode through the town, no, that would make his hellish guilt even worse. Word had spread faster than they had rode, so, surely, everyone would hold him just as accountable as he held himself. It wasn’t hard to accomplish this, as the funeral was scheduled to happen as soon as Garen and his men were ready. He dreaded it. Garen stood in the family and close friends section of the funeral. It was all he could do to keep from buckling under the weight of the guilt, that at this point felt as if he was under a gigantic pile of rocks and was slowly being crushed. The hardest part of all was meeting the gaze of King Jarvan the third and confessing his guilt to him. Garen took up residence with his fellows in the barracks the next day, obsessing over the feeling of loss he felt for his prince, charge and, of course, friend, Jarvan IV. He decided that it couldn’t just be him that felt this, and that the families of the lost soldiers must feel the exact same way, minus the mountain of guilt of course, that burden was solely his. He gave every penny of his wages to the families of the dead, sparring nothing for himself. One day, after training, he was summoned by the king himself. His stomach was full of dread as he made his way to the king’s audience room. The king must have decided on a punishment for Garen letting his son and heir die. No matter what anyone else said Garen was sure that he was responsible. “Garen,” the king said, his voice as serious as the rising tide of dread in Garen’s stomach,” I’ve had reports of what you have been doing with your wages...” a pause, “ And I am impresses with your selflessness and the importance of Demacian values to you.” The tide of dread in Garen was beginning to recede. “However,” another pause,” I have also had reports that you still hold yourself responsible for my son’s death. You are not. There was nothing you could have done to save him. I _command_ you to stop holding yourself responsible. I know that will be hard for you so I have decided to give you a week off from your training.” Garen was immeasurably relieved. The mountain of guilt over the prince’s untimely departure was now just one rock, which could be eroded by the week off. He was extremely thankful to the kind king. “Thank you, sir, I think the week off you have so kindly gifted me will south my conscience a great deal.” Garen said, not faking the sincerity in his voice at all. “Good. Go off to your break then, soldier. Remember to be back and ready to train in seven days time.” Jarvan was a bit less serious as he spoke those words. “No, sir, I won’t.” “I’ll take that as a promise. Dismissed.” Garen went straight to the soldier’s mess for his evening meal of a small portion roast beef and assorted greens with water and bread. After that, he went to his bed in the barracks and slept. He loved his bed now. The coarseness of the linens was just right, the plumpness of the pillow felt softer than ever. His bed was perfect now. It hadn’t changed. The crushing guilt had stopped him from enjoying anything. The next morning he went on a ride, alone, into the forest to enjoy the sensations. He planned to stay there for three days, hunting his own food, and then return. It was a pleasant day, the canopy of the lush forest keeping out the heat of the midday sun. The air was fresh and crisp and smelled of the forest. Birds called to each other and the ground was rich in undergrowth. It was ideal, to Garen at least. Then he saw the blue light in the heart of the forest. Bearing a petricite sword, Garen went to investigate. What he found changed his life forever. The blue light was emanating from a large, etherial lion almost as tall as Garen himself. It spoke. “Garen,” it’s voice was loud and noble,” I offer you a chance to become unstoppable, to become a God-King. You would be able to reform Demacia, so that each and every citizen will do everything with Demacian values at heart. Crime would be obliterated, poverty too. All would be equal. None would die like Jarvan.” There it was. The nail in the coffin. Garen wanted to do that. It would be a utopia. “What do I have to do?” He asked. “Best me in combat.” The lion replied gravely. It was easy. His military training and the petricite of his blade made the threat of a magical lion next to nothing. Garen marched into Demacia, the lion at his side. As soon as they set a single foot inside the gates a blue wave rolled across the whole city, transforming everything it passed into what the perfect Demacian version was. Including people. Garen’s footsteps echoed through the streets as he strode ever closer to the throne. When he finally arrived Jarvan III was nowhere to be found and the throne was resized to fit Garen’s enlarged body. His plated armour, eminating blue light, was the same colour as the throne that he now sits on, his only competitor Darius and his red wolf. That’s it everybody! I hope there was enough and that it was good enough for you! Sorry if you find any mistakes. Good luck to the other contestants. *_Yours Sincerely_* _Crablobster10_ {{sticker:vlad-salute}}

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If u post it i can try to make lore

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Whilst the story itself is good, I feel like it could use more paragrahps.