User:Dragonzzilla/Sandbox



The Project
Like most yordles, was born in the safety of Bandle, away from the evils that plagued the rest of Valoran behind the Sablestone Mountains. As a child, he appeared to be a typical yordle, but in truth, he harbored a dark secret: he was deeply curious of the outside world. He spent most of his time in the library, educating himself on the various cultures and histories of Valoran. But occasionally, he turned his gaze skyward. "What secrets do you hold," he often asked. The stars remained silent on the matter. Once he became of age, Veigar jumped at the chance to join a merchants' caravan that traded with other major territories. But little did he suspect the danger ahead of him.

When the caravan passed through the Shurima Desert, Veigar became lost in the ruins of an ancient valley. With his initial entrance blocked, he had to find an alternate exit, but the only path available to him was down; Veigar made his descent. Hours―days?―passed, yet the exit was nowhere in sight, and as he wandered deeper, Veigar received the impression that felt as if he was watched. It couldn't have been people, for Shurima was long dead, or even animals since he was too deep... yet it was something. He continued downward until the path stopped at a great fissure. A black yet infinitely vivid liquid seeped from it, only to have it fade away into nothing. Veigar felt a tugging in his chest. Before he knew it, he was being dragged toward the breach by some invisible force. He kicked, screamed and shouted as he was yanked from the ground and into the abyss.

Veigar reached for the rapidly shrinking world, but was quickly rewarded with pain. Before his very eyes, his stunted legs grew, stretching endlessly downward in a never-ending ladder of pain. No scream left his throat, for there was no air. He flayed his arms only to watch his elbows drop too. He felt like he was being ripped apart. But the darkness was the worst thing of all. Within an eternal heartbeat, he couldn't not see his own grotesque body. There was no light... no sound, ''no... feeling... ''

Light? No, it was still black. Was it? A single, timid eye opened. Light. There was light! He could see! But what was there to look upon? An flat, empty sea of black and grey laid before him. But once he realized that his body was normal again, Veigar momentarily forgot his woes. His own hand was a marvel. With a flick of the finger, he sent a ripple across shifting yet placid murk. It came back.

Within moments, his mind was flooded with sensation. He felt hungry then grateful, angry then curious, sad then remorseful. Who was he? Where was he? What was his mother's name? Everything fled from Veigar. His mind eventually settled. Yes, he was Veigar. A yordle. From Bandle. But the consciousness that he now acknowledged filled him with other information. Of the stars and the great beyond. He felt... pleased. But there was a sense of yearning too. He then saw his home. Was that it? No. It then shifted to a huge map, which he recognized as... Valoran? Yes. The word was now its own. A swirling vortex of color opened. "Yes," Veigar hopped toward it. He could go to the League of Legends, he realized. There was magic there, strong magic, enough to fulfill his task. Yes, that would do. For the moment.

""When I first peered into the yordle's future, I thought I made a mistake. I saw nothing but a great abyss. But that's when I realized... empty spaces don't stare back.""

-, sharing his first encounter with

OR ""Everyone desires something. Glory, approval, love... but when I first peered into Veigar's mind, all I felt was hunger. But it wasn't his. It belonged to someone, or something, else.""

-, sharing her first encounter with