Journal of Justice

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Welcome, my fellow summoners, to the inaugural issue of the League's newest journal of news and commentary. Our intent with the Journal of Justice is to bring a unique perspective on the events that shape Runeterra directly to you: the summoners that make up the greatest organization that civilization has ever known.

There have been other chronicles such as this in the past, though they found themselves without such a noble and genuine purpose. Most journals lacked direction and clarity. For too long, we've had to separate the wheat from the chaff when it came to distilling information from our client city-states. With the Journal of Justice, you will receive accurate and thought-provoking information on events both great and small that you need to know about.

Most importantly, through your participation and patronage, you will help guide us in the direction we will take with this journal. Truly, this endeavor will be history in the making. You, the summoners, shape Runeterra's history in the Fields of Justice and, now, you will also help to shape it here.

We have taken our first steps on a long journey together. There will be many changes and improvements the journal will undergo during this venture. I, for one, am excited to see where it all will lead us.

The sleepy, non-descript village of Kalamanda, located near the northern entrance to Mogron Pass, now finds itself wide awake as the leading lady on the world stage. The village's mayor, Anson Ridley, reported this week that a local survey team has uncovered a massive deposit of gold and precious gems within the village's sphere of influence. Furthermore, two nexuses of considerable magic potency have been discovered alongside the resource deposits.

Before the discovery, Kalamanda was only moderately known as a decent place to fish for Valoran trout and not much else. The village now finds itself as the destination point for adventurers and prospectors seeking fame and riches beyond their wildest dreams. The town council has already set up a temporary camp located near the foothills that lead to Mogron Pass and the Great Barrier in anticipation of the great influx of individuals hoping to trade a hard day's work for handsome rewards.

Mayor Ridley has acknowledged that Kalamanda itself is not properly equipped to extract and process the raw riches that lay under the village and its environs. "There's little question that we will be looking to partner with an external mining company or even one of the great city-states in the successful exploitation of these resources", Ridley said. "We are looking to work with partners who will respect Kalamanda's wishes to keep our interests first."

With the discovery of two massive nexuses in close proximity to the valuable resources, the League has also taken an interest in Kalamanda's recent good fortune. Council of Equity spokesman Rovis Samadon downplayed concern about the nexuses' discovery by an organization other than the League. "The League works tirelessly and diligently to identify and maintain control over the nexuses found all over the continent of Valoran."

"With such a magically blessed world as Runeterra is, it is only logical to assume that many nexuses remain undiscovered." Samadon continued: "The citizens of Kalamanda have done the right thing by not only publicly announcing their discovery, but also contacting the League directly about it."

The League has since announced plans to send a research team of summoners and other magicians to Kalamanda to inspect the nexuses for potential future management and use by the League.



The DSS Excursion - a cargo sloop of the Demacian Navy - has been reported lost at sea, an apparent victim of piracy. All hands aboard are currently missing and no demands have yet been made of the Demacian government for their return.

The Excursion was bound from Freljord to Demacia laden with unspecified trade goods, according to a spokesperson for the Demacian Navy, when audiopathic contact with the sloop was ultimately lost. After twenty-four hours of communications silence, rescue vessels were dispatched to the Excursion's last reported location.

The Demacian investigation of the ship's disappearance - led by Demacian Captain of the Guard and champion of the League,  - reported that some of the logged cargo of the Excursion had been jettisoned into the Conqueror's Sea approximately twenty kilometers from the vessel's last reported position. Other debris located near the jettisoned cargo was divined for analysis, revealing that the Excursion had been attacked and boarded while en route to Demacia.

Further divination did not reveal the identity of the perpetrators of the attack, though it was gleaned that the attack occurred at night when most of the Excursion's crew was in their quarters. The investigation has further revealed that magic above maximum potency as dictated by the League was used in the attack and necromancy is believed to have been used based on the evidence divined.

As a result, the League has dispatched a team of investigators led by League champion, the Judicator. "We will be working alongside Demacia in their continued investigation", Kayle said. "Piracy in all forms affects every city-state; only together, through the shared benefits of the League, can we crush such lawlessness."

Necromancy is known to be permitted as a magical study by only two of Valoran's city-states: Noxus and  Zaun. While the League has not banned the use of necromancy throughout the continent, it is noted that such magic is potentially dangerous when misused even slightly. Extreme caution is advised when dealing with such magic. The League does not sanction the use of necromancy, and the study of necromancy and the manufacture of necromantic items are not allowed within the Arcanum Majoris.

Representatives from both Noxus and Zaun have denounced the attack, though Noxian League representative expressed concern over Demacia's 'aggressive' trade policies. "Demacia's continued strong-arm (trade) tactics are reaping the rotten fruit from seeds they have sown for countless years."

Garen, when asked about the Noxian response, shot back at his Noxian counterpart. "It is no surprise to me or anyone familiar with the magical atrocities commonly used by rogue forces like Noxus that necromancy was involved in this pirate attack. Rest assured that Demacia will stop at nothing to uncover the truth behind this act of unprovoked villainy. The perpetrators will be brought to justice."



Piltover Master Pathfinder and champion of the League,, recently returned from a successful archaeological expedition to Kumungu, the mysterious jungle region located beyond the Great Barrier, deep within the southern half of continental Valoran. "Kumungu is a dangerous place for most but danger is of no concern to me", Ezreal announced during a special presentation to the Arcanum Majoris, the League's scholastic branch based in the Institute of War. "New expeditions [to Kumungu]? Count on it."

During the event, Ezreal stunned the assembled scholars by unveiling and donating an artifact he discovered during his expedition. It is expected to be sanctioned for use in League matches once the object can be duplicated and its duplicates are fully tested in the League's Public Trials and Resolutions battle arena.

To the untrained eye, the artifact may appear to be merely a mundane lantern. "It's much more than that", said Professor Alowicious Chucat, Lead Archaeologist for the Arcanum Majoris. "Upon closer examination we discovered a name etched in the base of the Lantern." Indicating the weathered engraving of the name 'Wriggle', Chucat continued: "It would seem that this was an important artifact for whoever originally owned it. Judging by the bladed edges on the bottom and the well-worn handle, it has definitely seen combat. I surmise that it was likely used to ward off predatory animals native to the region. It is definitely a tool specially crafted for jungle navigation."

Scholars universally agree that Kumungu could hold a wealth of valuable artifacts. Unfortunately, the dangers associated with such a savage and mysterious realm have not deterred a recent rush of amateur explorers to the area. Subsequently, the League has issued an advisory against such expeditions. "Most who fancy themselves adventurers or archaeologists are in fact neither", Chucat further commented. "Many who hear of Ezreal's exploits think they can do something similar. It is important to remember that not only is Ezreal a League champion, but he is also the lead explorer for a city-state. Leave dangerous exploration to the professionals."

Well now! Things are certainly heating up in the League - or cooling down if you're one of the unfortunate. These past two weeks have been quite the time for some of our favorite champions. Let's take a look and see who's hot and who's not!

It's always the exotic beauties you have to watch out for, and Evelynn is a champion who embodies that to the fullest. Many men have fallen prey to her allure - or simply fallen prey. Perhaps the most recent and unbelievable was that gypsy rogue, the huckster they call.
 * : the Bachelormaker?

The pair was first romantically linked earlier this year when they appeared together at the opening ceremonies of the Zaun Glowlight Festival. They were spotted once again at the League of Legends' Fan Appreciation Celebration. That's not to mention the many occasions this reporter has found them out for a quiet night together... but it appears that the pair does not see eye to eye.

"Our time is pleasant", said Evelynn, "but it is nothing serious. Nothing lasts forever. Well, almost nothing."

Twisted Fate's feelings were clearly in a different place. "I'm a man who believes in keeping his options open but, sometimes, you've got to take a chance, and that blue-skinned beauty is worth gambling on."

Sources close to the couple have claimed that vicious battle arena fighting on opposite teams has taken its toll on their relationship - and on nearby city streets outside the Fields of Justice. It seems likely that Evelynn will once again eat the heart of her lover, creating yet another eligible bachelor in the League.

Gragas may be the hardiest brewmaster of the foothills but he's also the rowdiest rouser of the rabble! This past Thursday night was no exception. Following a successful battle arena match, Gragas took to his usual night of celebration - this time at the Lamplighter Inn in Noxus' famous Vexallian Square.
 * : Another Drunken Episode

Those present say that Gragas arrived with his friend and fellow champion,. They began drinking at approximately 8:30 pm. At 10:30 pm, they were buying rounds for the bar. By the stroke of midnight, twelve chairs had been broken as had one window, five bottles, three arms, and a handful of teeth. Furthermore, two waitresses claimed to have had their buttocks inappropriately fondled! Jax supposedly disappeared earlier in the night, whereas Gragas fled towards his beloved hills before the Noxian constabulary arrived at the Lamplighter.

After a cursory investigation, Noxian officials decided to drop all charges. Sergeant Willem Nightshade of the Noxian Constabulary had this to say:

"As a League champion who has committed no crime against the state proper, it is unlawful for us to ban him from our borders. Honestly now, the trouble only starts when the barkeeps stupidly serve him too much to drink. It's their risk if they let him in and give him endless refills on alcohol. What did they expect would happen?"

Nightshade offered this as advice for wary barkeeps in Noxus: "Next time, they should try watering down his drink. On the other hand, that might just rile him up more. Anyway, just consider the risks when serving alcohol to someone whose nickname is 'the Rabble Rouser'!"

One thing is for certain: if this reporter sees Gragas coming into his favorite watering hole, he'll be heading for the door!

As always, yours truly will keep on the lookout for the juiciest champion news. Who knows what they'll be up to next!
 * Until Next Time...


 * -|II=

I do not think it premature to declare the premier issue of the Journal of Justice a success. Not to sound vainglorious, but this was certainly no surprise to me when reading the copious amount of feedback we received. I genuinely feel that this success is accredited to you, the summoners of the League of Legends, and the enthusiasm you have for this publication. What was surprising to me, however, was the rapid growth of the JoJ outside the summoning circles of the Institute of War. People from all walks of life are looking to the JoJ as their leading source of information about Valoran and beyond. For that, I thank them - and thank you, summoners, for your continued patronage.

It is important for us to be open about our dealings - both with the Journal and with the League of Legends. As we arbitrate a multitude of sensitive and complex political issues from our client city-states, we sometimes forget the true reasons why the League even exists. With each passing day, fewer of us remember the horrors of the last Rune War - the fifth in a series of cataclysmic confrontations involving powerful magicians who put their own interests above all else. These fools would rather have ruled over a wasteland of twisted magic than share a responsible mantle of governorship. Imagine if our beautiful world had succumbed to these petty tyrants! What would Runeterra be like had those who would destroy us all been left to lead?

That would be a world not worth living in.

For those new to the Journal and those new to the ways of the League - this is why we summon. We summon to resolve the conflicts of individuals and city-states who, if left unchecked, would use terrible magic against one another. We summon to regulate the use of magic by a civilization that has proven itself incapable of self-regulation on five separate occasions. We summon to ensure that there is a world to hand to our children that is as blessed and as bountiful as we enjoy it today - and have done so for the past twenty years.

Starting with the next issue, the Journal of Justice will answer select questions from you, our readers. Before this begins, however, I felt it especially important to speak plainly about the stakes of what we do. The League is more than a simple court of arbitration. It is the foundation of security and stability that we all have come to depend on for nearly twenty years. It has a proven track record of success. Who amongst us would have imagined the day when the likes of Demacia and  Noxus would agree to settle their disputes without going to war?

This is why I summon... for peace.



The freezing tundra of Freljord is rapidly boiling over with a tense confrontation as the current standoff between the three tribes that have dominated the region for decades suddenly finds itself at a possible conclusion.

One of the rulers of the three tribes that control this region - Princess Mauvole, the Ice Dervish - was found dead in her quarters three days ago in the city of Rakelstake. The elders of her tribe determined the cause of death to be natural, which cleared the way for the new princess, Lissandra, to claim her throne and the title of Ice Dervish. In Princess Lissandra's first act after her coronation, she stunned her new subjects as she swore fealty to another of the three princesses of Freljord: Ashe, the Frost Archer. In addition to her royal status, Ashe is also a well-known champion within the League of Legends.

In her coronation speech, Lissandra pleaded with her people that the time had come to unite Freljord under a single banner. "For too long, we have endured hardships from external politics and internal strife. Today is the day that the citizens of the Freljord choose to end this madness, and it begins from within. It begins when we, the noble tribe of the Ice Dervish, put the needs of our people above the needs of our pride and recognize Princess Ashe... as the true power to lead [Freljord], united and strong."

Lissandra's words have seemingly swayed her kin; her coronation speech was warmly received by her tribe, and her tribe's elders have each signaled their solidarity with their princesses' desire for unification. Plans have been made for Lissandra and Ashe to convene in Rakelstake within the month.

The road to Freljord unification is far from secured, as the third of the Freljord princesses -, the Winter's Claw - remains fiercely adamant in her opposition of the other two. "It's clear the Ice Dervish has lapsed in judgment and succumbed to the manipulations of the Frost Archer. The 'united Freljord' the naive Lissandra speaks of is nothing more than a totalitarian state wherein she kneels at the right hand of the tyrant. So long as I draw in breath, the tribe of the Winter's Claw will never sully its name next to those of such conspirators."

Upon issuing this announcement, Sejuani retreated to isolation with the elders of her tribe. This has caused concern amongst the members of the other tribes in that she may be readying for war. When questioned about the matter, Ashe issued the following comment: "We pursue a future in which our children do not have to fear their far-removed kin and we may live again in peace in this land. Nevertheless, we Freljordians have borne the bite of countless winters and we have not forgotten how to endure."

The Noxian High Command is secretly considering a request to ban yordles from within the Noxus city boundaries, reports an anonymous source close to High Command.

The Journal of Justice is the first to reveal that Noxus' Witherwood Arcane College has presented this request to High Command, along with a secret report claiming that such a ban would protect Noxian citizens from an unspecified 'contamination'. The Witherwood report also claims to have significant evidence that all of Runeterra's non-human sentient species are in fact deformed descendants of ancient human tribes. Of particular note is the report's alleged final claim: that this deformation was the result of the tribes' failing to use sufficient quantities of magic in their development while more 'enlightened' civilizations - human civilizations - kept better control of mystic energies and retained their 'human purity'.

While our source promises the anti-yordle request is sure to be rejected as secretly as it was proposed, the fact that the Witherwood report is being read at all is typical of predatory Noxian attitudes. At least one High Command officer was reported saying "Guess we better use more magic so it's not our children turning up with fur."

History Professor Josin Darawee of the Grand Demacian University expressed great concern over the Witherwood report. "These claims are preposterous! Firstly, five minutes' study of history proves that non-humans have existed on Runeterra as long as their human cousins. Second, to imply that increased sorcery makes its users safe is the worst kind of delusion, an attempt to turn the horrors of the Rune Wars into nothing more than 'we'll hit you first!' No surprise it's some of Noxus' magical weapons consultants that 'discovered' it!"

The abuse of yordles and other non-humans in Noxus has been a source of longtime concern, although it usually takes the form of harsh attitudes on the Noxian street rather than official pressure. Away from the city, non-humans such as the Great Barrier have historically been as likely as humans to face Noxian raids.

Noxus' small community of non-humans, mostly visitors to the city, appeared to have no knowledge of the Witherwood report. Yordles in particular refused to comment, although several that were interviewed were then seen rapidly packing their belongings.

League champion, speaking on behalf of Noxus, denied that the Witherwood report was ever made. She added: "Noxus has always treated every contributing member as fairly as they deserve. Really, would any Noxian official even leak such an absurd story to the news? Or expect to live if he did? Instead of repeating obvious Demacian lies, any yordles afraid their people are being mistreated in Noxus should sign up for our Northern Barbarian Pacification Campaign to remind us how clever those little hands are in aiming a weapon."

Any good sideshow needs its freak, right? After all, without bearded ladies and three-armed giants, how else could we abide calling ourselves normal? Naturally, when the peculiar made his controversial debut in the League of Legends, it did not falter my derisive scoff. We've certainly seen stranger and more sensational things in Valoran. When arrived with his amusing doomsday prophecies and mystically purple bag-of-tricks, I barely paused whilst trimming a pesky hangnail. However, the advent of - and now  - positively jars my otherwise blissful contemptibility with uninvited questions concerning their allegedly otherworldly origins.

All claim - some vocally, others visually - to have traveled from the malevolent, ominous, and above all, spooky Void. Evidence supporting these claims varies haphazardly, from the occasional summoned bug-critter to the wanton engorgement of man- or minotaur-sized objects, but the facts seem to merit a moment's consideration.

Stories of the Void can be traced back to the lost city of Icathia, a place with about as much proof that it ever existed as you find competitive yordle high-jumpers (rockets excluded, cheaters). The believers generally agree that Icathia was located in the southern half of Valoran somewhere, though details become muddled there. Many explorers have struck out to discover the place but the only fact their findings universally corroborate is that just about everywhere south of the Great Barrier is malevolent, ominous, and spooky. The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence but, surely after so very many forays into the southern wilds, someone would have found some lingering scrap of an entire civilization, right?

Well that discounts the appreciable number of pioneers who have never returned. Furthermore, the fringe Void fanatics submit theories of magical intervention, citing cases in which explorers have reported time discrepancies from their travels as though days were stolen. I have experienced similar time discrepancies myself and, in the following mornings, I often find empty bottles or glasses that I swore were full the night before.

Intrepid journalist that I am, I ventured to after an exhibition match for any comment from the aforementioned champions, which would quell this nagging curiosity and restore the apathy I've come to enjoy. Cho'Gath's and Kog'Maw's comments were tantamount to projectile vomit, both in eloquence and relevance... also literally. Malzahar only grinned in the sort of manner I've come to expect from serial killers and postmen, promising that I'll 'soon learn everything I need to know'. Though I never mentioned my investigations of formulas to sterilize people afflicted by idiocy, I do hope he is correct. Kassadin offered perhaps the most insightful response, stating "You do not understand that which you seek." He provided further useful information: "[Cho'Gath and Kog'Maw] cannot be trusted." My spittle-soaked boots wish I'd conducted this interview first.

So laden with this deluge of knowledge, I'll leave you as informed as you were prior to reading my article, which I can only assume means that - if Malzahar is truly correct - you'll also have an inoculation coming.

It has been said that as one ascends to power, one loses friends. While one can debate the merits of humility until the sun hangs low in the sky, suffice to say it is no secret that my homeland, the principality of Noxus, has acquired more than its fair share of partisans over the years. Regardless of your personal feelings towards High Command, however, there are few who could challenge our dedication to the loyal.

For the sake of illustration, allow me to cite the example of the Noxian warrior known as Sion. A staunch supporter of our Eternal General as well as a soldier of high regard, Sion's fervor on the field before his accident carried him to victory in many battles. His fame and renown spread to the far corners of Valoran; and even where his name was not revered, it was rightfully feared.

It could be said that the very quality that made this warrior's career also brought it to its end. Sion zealously engaged a Demacian force that was a bit too well-entrenched - even for a warrior of his considerable skill. He was captured and executed. His body was sent back to Demacia as an accolade to the so-called justice of King Jarvan III.

But respect for the dead takes many forms, and Noxus does not so easily abandon its own to adorn the battlements of an insolent enemy in tribute to foreign law. Galvanized by their champion's heroic death, the assassins of Noxus - under the command of Katarina, the famed Sinister Blade - undertook a dangerous mission to recover Sion's mortal remains. The Demacian propaganda machine may try to spin whatever fantastic story it wishes; our successful venture is plainly now a matter of public record.

In Noxus, for a true soldier, death does not have to be the end. The necromancers of the Bleak Academy have ways of preserving the ardent. Within Sion's still heart, that same rage - that same glorious fervor that had made him the unstoppable juggernaut he was in life - still burned.

Even now, Sion serves Noxus. He shall always serve Noxus - an eternal champion of our banner, stalwartly defending the interests of the state on the Fields of Justice. This is his just reward for a life of dedication to the advancement of the Empire and to the glory of High Command. This is any true Noxian loyalist's ultimate reward.

Forever strong!


 * -|III=



A month has passed since the village of Kalamanda announced its findings of tremendous mineral and magical wealth to the world, and the effects of that announcement have transformed this once quiet village into a bustling hub of adventure and commerce.

Adventurers from all across Valoran have descended on the village, hoping to claim their share of untold riches. Likewise, the city-states of Valoran have sent delegations to Kalamanda to meet with Mayor Anson Ridley in the hopes of securing lucrative mining contracts. Even the League has made its presence known in the village, as it will soon begin research on the two nexuses discovered alongside the vast resource deposits.

The temporary housing that Kalamanda had set up just after the announcement last month is already filled to capacity. Workers are in the process of constructing more camps for the influx of people that are still making their way to the village. The increase in Kalamanda's population has only brought with it a slight increase in crime and other public disturbances. Mercantilism in Kalamanda is on a huge upswing as adventuring and prospecting equipment are in high demand. Despite all the chaos, spirits amongst the work force are quite positive. Contributing to this is word that two smaller-scale resource strikes of enchantable gold have already been uncovered, strikes surpassing the dreams of two lucky prospectors - even after Kalamanda's cut had been accounted for.

Two separate stabilizing factors on Kalamanda are the arrivals of the city-state delegations that are meeting with Mayor Ridley and the League of Legends' nexus research team. Of the city-states present, Demacia and  Noxus have the largest entourages in Kalamanda;  Piltover,  Zaun, and  Ionia also have representation present in the village, albeit smaller in scale. No city-state has secured a contract yet but an agreement with any of the city-states here may be reached as early as next week. Tensions between the Demacia and Noxus camps remain high in the light of recent allegations by elements in Demacia that Noxus was responsible for the pirating of the DSS Excursion last month. Nevertheless, there have been no reported clashes between the two city-states in Kalamanda.

The League's recent arrival to Kalamanda heralds the beginning of research into the two magic nexuses discovered with the valuable mineral deposits. Both League and Kalamanda scholars are scheduled to begin examining the large nexuses in three days. Leading the endeavor is none other than Master Summoner Randall Portero, Lead Field of Justice Surveyor for the League. "We are very interested in these [nexuses] as they could very well represent a marked upswing in the amount of magic that Runeterra is naturally regenerating." Portero continued: "This could be more proof that the whole concept of the battle arena is truly benefiting us all!"

When asked, Ridley was somewhat vague about detailing the progress in negotiations between Kalamanda and the city-state delegations. "We are making ardent strides with visitors from the great city-states of Valoran in coming to terms with excavation rights. We are moving cautiously but we are moving ever forward." Ridley did shed some light on one lingering question of these negotiations: the idea of extraction exclusivity. "While we are entertaining the notion of exclusivity for a city-state, we would only do so if the terms benefited Kalamanda in a way that mutual extraction never would. We won't make such a decision lightly or hastily."

The modest population of Freljord was in shock this week as hundreds of barbarians - including Tryndamere, the Barbarian King - arrived to pay respects to the late Princess Mauvole of the Ice Dervish tribe. Princess, her successor, appeared unsurprised by the event, fueling rumors that this may have been part of the discussions in her recent summit with Princess , the Frost Archer and Tryndamere's fellow League  champion. Ashe was present for the barbarian procession and she met afterward with Tryndamere and Lissandra for a private dinner. The visiting barbarians have conducted themselves with uncharacteristic civility within Rakelstake, offering assistance to local businesses and sharing the spoils of their daily hunts.

Less than one month ago, Lissandra swore fealty to Ashe, inciting malice from the third tribe leader: Princess, the Winter's Claw. Sejuani retreated to isolation shortly after the announcement, causing speculation that she would respond to the alliance with violence, but there have been no reports of activity from the Winter's Claw tribe in the last month. The arrival of the barbarians, some predict, is a reactionary show of force by the newly united tribes. Sejuani could not be reached for questioning and no comment was offered by any tribesman of the Winter's Claw.

Tryndamere's appearance in Freljord comes at a strange time, as the barbarians have recently militarized in response to escalating Noxian aggressions, a product of their Northern Barbarian Pacification Campaign. Tryndamere has historically spearheaded the resistance against Noxian incursion and his absence at such a critical time has raised some eyebrows. When questioned, Tryndamere laughed: "Worry about barbarians? Save your worry for Noxus." His confidence seems not to be misplaced, as an anonymous Noxian source informs us that Pacification efforts have been stymied by unyielding barbarian patrols.

The arrival of League Emissary Gravil Torenk in Rakelstake yesterday further added to the commotion. According to local authorities, he was summoned to the Dervish Crystal Hall for an audience with Lissandra and her League guests. No announcements have been made following the meeting, but the air is charged with anticipation as citizens of Rakelstake await some explanation as to why the small city has received this bizarre influx of visitors. For our part, we were provided only with this statement from the Barbarian King as he left the Crystal Hall en route to a nearby barbarian camp: "I don't know why people are so curious. Freljord is a lovely place; the air has the kind of sting we barbarians can appreciate. Besides, would you decline an invitation from the Frost Archer?"

While it is true that we Noxians take great pride in our magical prowess, let it never be said that we are a covetous or closed-minded lot. Recently, the Zaunite chemist, inventor, and visionary known as Professor Stanwick Pididly sought to witness one of our most closely guarded rituals. Of some infamy in foreign lands, the Rite of Reclamation is not something often shared with outsiders. On this particular occasion, however, our well-spoken guest's renown was quite convincing, and the headmaster of the Bleak Academy saw fit to grant his request. As it happens, this proved to be a most wise decision.

I make this claim because the eve of his visitation marked a peculiar event in Noxian history and remains one of very few instances in which the Rite of Reclamation actually failed. Our dear departed, who once fought so bravely against the insolent foes of Noxus (and later served as a field executioner), simply would not rise. While the definitive reason Urgot was unable to hear the necromancers' call shall forever remain a mystery, it has been theorized that his mortal remains were simply in too great a state of disrepair. The whole episode would have been quite an embarrassing affair had Pididly not proven intrigued rather than frustrated by the problem. After a pensive moment, the Professor proposed an alternative solution to the quandary. And so, at his behest, the remains of Urgot were entrusted to his custody along with a retainer of some of the Academy's expert necromancers.

For months, Pididly and his protégés slaved away in his laboratories, attempting to repair the body of our fallen hero in any manner possible. Time and time again they performed their rituals, each attempt bringing them one step closer to unraveling the riddle. Finally, after a series of disastrous experiments, a techmaturgical machine of Pididly's design was constructed. At its core lay a conduit specifically designed to harness the necromantic energies of the Noxian occultists. This time, the ritual did not fail. This time, Urgot heard the call.

Due to the intervention of the revered Professor, our loyal departed son has been restored; a service that High Command will not soon forget. The Rite of Reclamation is beyond sacred and the implications of its failure are demoralizing at best. The ingenuity of our Zaunite caller, however, has renewed our faith in the will of a Noxian to conquer adversity, even in death. The spirit of a Noxian soldier cannot be undone, even through the near complete destruction of his mortal coil. Urgot has been returned to us to fight in representation of both his fatherland of Noxus and surrogate fatherland of Zaun. Woe betide those who should run afoul of Urgot on the battlefield. Woe betide those who should rouse the ire of the Noxian High Command.

Forever strong!

Greetings, loyal readers! It's been another exciting month behind the scenes of the League of Legends. As usual, yours truly has been digging to get all the latest dirt on your favorite champions. Let's see who's made the list today!

Last week, proved once and for all that he doesn't have an iron heart when he spanked  in a behind-the-scenes smackdown.
 * Blitzspank

After a battle in last Thursday, the crazy chemist took to his usual habit of spitting jabs at Blitzcrank. Singed was heard to say: "... so I know you don't have the stones. Even if you did, what would they be - two ball bearings and a tin can?" Those close to Singed commented that the insult was no more than one of Singed's usual jabs. This time, however, the Great Steam Golem unleashed a jab of his own, firing his into his counterpart's more tender parts. Singed was brought to his knees in front of many other champions as Blitzcrank walked quietly away.

Sources close to the Great Steam Golem say that this was a long time coming. A source confided: "Blitzcrank is a good guy. He's always on his best behavior but he's kind of an introvert in his private life. There have been some people, like Singed, who take his quiet kindness for weakness. That's a mistake." A mistake that Singed learned the hard way.

Neither Blitzcrank nor Singed could be reached for comment. Too bad for them! All we know is, Blitzcrank better be watching his back!

There's always some sort of romance in the air in the League of Legends - some of it more exciting than others. The last month has been no different, but with an unusual twist!
 * The Cougar is on the Prowl

The Bestial Huntress has long been an object of affection for the male fans of the League (and especially ones less mature than her, hubba hubba!). Let's face it - how can she lose with that jungle-toned body, animal passion, and a fur bikini? Nevertheless, 's recent tastes in companions have been, in this writer's opinion, questionable as she has been linked to - wait for it - Journal of Justice reporter Bob Nashahago.

Yes, that's right. The hack Journal of Justice writer, best known for his tag-line 'I'm Bob Nashahago and you're not', was spotted at a romantic picnic getaway in Demacia's famous Majestic Park last weekend, feeding everybody's favorite cougar a creamy chocolate mousse.

Sources close to Nidalee have this to say: "Bob's actually a really nice guy. Sure, he's a little loud and boisterous, but you have to look past the surface."

Personally, this writer doesn't have to look past the surface to see when a bad idea is a bad idea.

As always, yours truly will keep an eye on the inside to bring you the juiciest in champion news. This is Ram Steed, reporting from the streets of Valoran.
 * Until Next Time...

As we begin this new tradition with the Journal of Justice, I would like to extend this publication’s thanks to Baron Sprite. His assistance with our Words of Power is greatly appreciated. .

With that, I am pleased to report that the Mailbag of Justice is brimming with missives from all across Valoran. While we do not have the space to answer all these questions, know that everything we receive is reviewed by the JoJ staff. We thank you for the kind words of praise and support; your suggestions on improving the Journal will be fully considered.

A final note, if I may - please keep the mail coming in. Send us your questions and comments about what matters most to you on Runeterra and we will do our best address them.



"The note about Kalamanda was shocking; I hope the League can make use of those nexuses to be able to have another Field of Justice soon. I don't know why, [but] I think it won't go as smoothly as I would want it. The resources over the mines can make greedy people do their worst." -- Lehran Fye

Your concerns are justified, Lehran. If we have learned anything from the five Rune Wars that Runeterra has suffered through, then it is that an individual's lust for wealth and power can bring a civilization to its knees. As for a potential Field of Justice... if I had to fathom a guess, I would think that is something relatively high on the priority list for the League's research team. That is, provided the nexuses are suitable for use in a battle arena.

Kalamanda is a place we should all be keeping an eye on.



"You allow Bob Nashahago to go on and on claiming that the DSS Excursion was [a victim of] piracy when there is weak evidence at best to support these claims. He just follows on the reports of the Demacian Agenda and has not shown any investigative journalism of his own. Clearly Mr. Nashahago is just one of Demacia's pawns that they use to control the media." -- LTPapaBear

Rest assured, PapaBear, that our reporters are as objective as possible. Personal prejudices have no room in this publication and journalistic chicanery in any form will not be tolerated. As far as Summoner Nashahago is concerned, I feel his reporting on the unfortunate demise of the DSS Excursion was fair and balanced. I've known him for many years and he is loyal to the League first and always.

Note that when each article is published, we indicate whether the author is either reporting or commenting. We will strive to keep objectivity to the forefront of our reporting; you have every right to call us out should we stray from this.



"As for this business of necromancy on the high seas, surely you must be jesting. A powerful navy like Demacia's must be awfully ashamed of losing cargo to pirates, making up stories that necromancy was involved in the act. I believe champion and the League are wasting their time in this investigation." -- Kingvolke

I have every confidence that the facts involving this event will come to light, Kingvolke - especially with Kayle and League investigators devoting their time and energy to the matter. Despite Demacia's obvious embarrassment, they were right to call upon the League for assistance. Perhaps there is more to this story than just the blatant use of necromancy by unknown pirates. Call it a hunch but my hunches have helped me stay on top of the journalism game for more years than I care to remember.


 * -|IV=



An announcement made this afternoon by Princess Ashe, the Frost Archer, has left all of Freljord anxiously abuzz, as she has accepted Tryndamere's offer to join forces with the barbarians. Two weeks ago, Tryndamere, the Barbarian King, arrived in the region to pay respects to Mauvole, the deceased princess of the Ice Dervish tribe. He and Ashe met afterward for reasons unknown. There was speculation that he and his clan arrived to deter Princess from taking any aggressive action, as she had retreated to isolation in what many feared was preparation for war. Tryndamere's visit was not an entirely selfless venture, but rather for the negotiation of a mutually beneficial opportunity. Ashe elaborated on the matter in her speech:

"We stand at the threshold of a momentous occasion for our people. After generations of conflict, two of our illustrious tribes have united under a single banner, reconciling differences that date back to the Time of the Three Sisters. While we desire nothing more than to discover common ground upon which our third sister-tribe will ally with us, a matter of greater urgency has arisen. Tryndamere, the Barbarian King, arrived recently to request sanctuary for his people within the boundaries of Freljord. They seek refuge from Noxian forces which, even now, encroach on our doorstep, claiming that they do so only as part of their 'Barbarian Pacification Campaign'. I am too aware of the imperialist Noxian mentality to be fooled by such hollow justifications."

"Though our relations with the nomadic barbarian tribes have often been tenuous, this is the time to relinquish old grudges. This is the time for us to assert our place in Valoran. As the leader of the Frost Archer and Ice Dervish tribes, I have chosen to grant Tryndamere and all barbarians asylum within our lands. I ask you to welcome them as your own. Tryndamere has, in turn, offered his appreciable barbarian army to defend and assist our tribes against any enemy, be they foreign or domestic. Together, we will steer the path of Freljord, sure as the mountains guide the glacier, to its rightful place alongside the mightiest civilizations of  Runeterra."

Her speech was met with resounding support by the members of her two tribes. The formidable barbarian forces will make any violent response from the Winter's Claw risky at best, as their numbers dwarf those of all three tribes combined. Sejuani, princess of the Winter's Claw, could not be reached for comment. The League representative for Noxus also declined to comment, promising that an official response was coming soon. For the people of the Freljord, this is a daring move, as they have remained cautiously neutral with regard to foreign affairs in the past. When questioned about her bold stance, Ashe had only this to say: "This is only the beginning."

A League security garrison within Mogron Pass is reporting that it was attacked by what are assumed to be bandits coming from south of the Great Barrier. The attack occurred two days ago during a late night watch of the mountainous corridor that separates the northern, civilized half of Valoran from the mostly unexplored and dangerous southern half. Though the garrison successfully repelled the attack, the report indicates one defender was killed and three others injured in the nighttime assault. While the report also states that a number of the attackers were slain, no bodies were recovered after the assault.

The motive behind the assault remains a mystery; the manner of the attack, however, is not. Unidentified hooded humanoids in light armor wielding short blades, some using obfuscation magic, launched a surprise frontal assault on the garrison. League forces immediately responded to the threat thanks mainly to the efforts of the slain soldier, Corporal Alfonse B. Flavin, as his early warning of the attack provided the defenders time to prepare.

The defenders reported seeing a small number of attackers making their way north, past the garrison in the heat of battle. Upon seeing this, the garrison readied itself for a potential flanking maneuver but none ever came. The assailants took heavy casualties as the element of surprise quickly wore off and the garrison vigorously defended its strategic position. The attackers were forced to retreat but successfully pulled all their casualties off the battlefield.

While assaults by bandits or other malfeasants are not uncommon around Mogron Pass, especially south of the Great Barrier, the attack on a League garrison is a first since the League began positioning security garrisons along the Pass. Captain Barlo Warrax, commander of the League security outpost, commented on the brazenness of the attack. "We've dealt with a number of lowlifes who prey on people travelling through the Pass, but this is the first time that these scumbags have dared to challenge us within our own garrison. Well, we showed them who was in charge of Mogron Pass."

Warrax went on to explain the current situation along Mogron Pass as troublesome. "Ever since this Kalamanda thing blew up, we've seen all sorts of idiots marching down through here thinking that going south of the Great Barrier is a fun hike. Well, it ain't! There's a reason all these merchant caravans have an armed escort with them. It's because it's dangerous!" Warrax strongly advised caution for amateur explorers planning on venturing south of the Great Barrier. "Don't be a moron. Stay home. We're a well-armed military force and we lost a good soldier defending ourselves. How well do you think you'll do? Will there even be enough left to identify you when these heathens are done with you?"

The League has promised to immediately reinforce the garrison with troops currently stationed in Kalamanda as part of an ongoing research project. Furthermore, the League issued a general statement advising the people of Valoran to exercise good judgment if travelling south of the Great Barrier.

It doesn't take a connoisseur of music to truly appreciate the night I recently experienced underneath the Great Tree within Ionia's Serene Garden. Still, it can be hard to grasp just how a single person can charm an entire crowd without saying a single word!

It was a full house within the Serene Garden Amphitheater for yesterday's performance by the gifted Demacian musical prodigy known as Sona - one that ended with an accordant standing ovation. Sona performed six of her most acclaimed arias and she delighted the crowd with an encore, debuting an unexpected seventh.

This breathtaking piece, the, inspired feelings of spiritual resilience, challenging us, her captive audience, to overcome the struggles in our lives and rise above our self-imposed limitations. For Ionians, the uplifting chorus felt as though the music was compelling us to reach out and touch enlightenment itself... even if only for a moment. Each composition painted its own story. Every chord struck and every string plucked drew me in to the music. I could understand and feel every note.

For those who haven't been following Sona, she is the rising star of Demacia's music scene. She has gained quite a following throughout the world ever since her royal command performance last year during Demacia's 'Lightshield Music Concert Series'. Even obtaining a ticket to one of her concerts is a quest. An amazing fact about the young musician - she is completely mute! That is virtually irrelevant, as her music gives her a voice few could ever dream of.

You don't have to take my word for it; you can see Sona yourself... if you can scrape together enough coin for the scalpers. But that's a small price to pay for a lifetime memory, not to mention a taste of enlightenment, isn't it?

Believe it or not, your favorite champions have lives outside the Fields of Justice! You would be surprised at what some of Valoran's most famous heroes do in their off-hours. That's what this new recurring feature of the Journal of Justice will profile: the lives of the League's finest once they leave the battle arenas. All of our staff will be contributing over the coming months as we profile each and every League champion!


 * , the Fallen... Baker?

When, the League's otherworldly winged witch, isn't causing havoc in the Fields of Justice, she leads quite a different life. Morgana trades her spells for a stirring spoon while serving as both the proprietor and master baker at Sinful Succulence, her always-busy bakery located in the heart of Noxus' merchant district. Morgana's magical muffins are all the rage, with orders coming in from as far away as Demacia.

"I've spent a great deal of time refining the recipes I remember from my homeland as well as mastering the ones I've learned here", Morgana said while displaying her latest culinary masterpiece: Isomalt's Peccable Pecan Pie.

"While I may be focused on freeing my people from the tyranny wrought by the likes of my [expletive] sister, ... there's always room for pie", Morgana added.

While Sinful Succulence only has a single storefront in Noxus, the success Morgana's bakery has enjoyed is allowing her to expand. Two new bakeries are planned for Zaun and the Institute of War, both of which are scheduled to open at the beginning of next year. The next time you're in Noxus, make sure to stop by and grab yourself a tasty treat!


 * Flames for Your Wagon

The city-state of Piltover is the leading center of ecologically-minded techmaturgical and magical research in Valoran. If you are looking for the latest crazy gadget to give your ride that extra get-up-and-go (that won't shatter the planet into a billion bits in the process), then look no further than Piltover Customs. The proprietor and chief mechanic of the most successful transportation customization and modification enterprise in the City of Progress is none other than, the Daring Bombardier.

"In between my time in the League and my duties with the Screaming Yipsnakes, I like to mess around under the hood of all sorts of vehicles!", explained as he gave a special tour of the workshop he and his crew of technicians use to make some of the most radical conversions you've ever seen.

"Most of the mods we do are for caravan wagons - adding armor plates or creating slits for archers inside the wagon. Every once in a while, we'll get to work on an order for some really over-the-top stuff - state of the art hextech. That's where the real fun is!"

For Corki's tougher assignments, he will often turn to his comrade-in-arms, the Revered Inventor. A number of their more interesting contraptions are on permanent display in the Yordle Academy of Science & Progress, which is located in Piltover. A trip to the City of Progress is not worth talking about unless you spend some time checking out the latest gizmos that Corki and company have put together. The Yordle Academy of Science & Progress will grant tours nearly every day of the week while Piltover Customs will provide tours by special request only.

Letters from all across Valoran keep pouring in and the Journal of Justice prospers as a result. Again, we thank our readers and patrons for their kind words.

One particular piece of feedback I found interesting was the idea of featuring more athletic-oriented articles on the events inside the Fields of Justice. I couldn't agree more; not only do the battle arenas serve us in a geopolitical sense, but they also make for rousing entertainment! I believe we have found one of the most knowledgeable and respected individuals when it comes to the analysis of battle arena performance to write for the Journal. You shall see his debut article in an upcoming issue of the Journal.

Now - on to the mail!



"I would like this [question] to be forwarded to Tryndamere: where did you get your sword? I am assuming that you built it with your own bare hands but perhaps it was a gift. Did someone give that sword to you because it was too dangerous to go alone?" -- 2xHero

Tryndamere was kind enough to oblige with a reply:

"My late father gave me the sword I now wield. My father's father gave it to him as did his father before him. As a boy, I was curious about the sword, much as you are now. I remember his words well: 'Master using it and you can have this.' Mastering it requires more than just physical strength: strength of mind and strength of character are also needed. I must exercise all three, especially now in these trying times."



"Do you think anti-yordle sentiment exists in Noxus? I, for my part, can't see any reason for expelling the yordles." -- Zedek

I often think there's anti-everyone-except-Noxus sentiment in Noxus. The nefarious city-state prides service and loyalty in its subjects. While I think Noxians naturally gravitate toward each other, I don't think they care about the shape or size of the individual giving them what they seek. They worship power above everything else and those who are able to acquire it above anyone else. They're a natural foil for the 'justice-at-any-cost' Demacians. Their rivalry has really shaped the direction of Valoran for the past 150 years and, to a certain extent, helped bring about the creation of the League (despite their best efforts otherwise).



"What is so legendary about Icathia? Why do so many explorers go there, risking their lives?" -- Delong

I would guess the pursuit of knowledge drives most explorers south of the Great Barrier and the pursuit of fabled riches drives the rest. Of all the lands in southern Valoran, however, Icathia is one we know virtually nothing about.

The past five Rune Wars did much to destroy whatever civilization existed there before our current enlightened age. Other than fanciful tales that are likely the product of a bard drinking copious amounts of wine, we really do not have any credible historical facts to work with. Any scholar of note will tell you that our historical records are woefully inadequate. With League champions such as, , and claiming to originate from Icathia, we are forced to face our true lack of knowledge. I do know one thing - when three beings exist in the League from a place we know nothing about, we had better start learning about it as quickly as possible.


 * -|V=



High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye made a proclamation this morning from the Luminary Cloister of the Institute of War, granting sovereignty to Freljord and conferring upon it all the rights and protections afforded to city-states that are members of the League. Previously, the region of Freljord enjoyed only acknowledgment of its borders and the right to request Sanctum Calamitates (a petition for League intervention against foreign invasion or natural disaster). With its newfound status, Freljord is allotted one League Assembly chair. Their chosen Emissary is entitled to reside at the Institute of War and cast votes in League Assemblies on Freljord's behalf. Freljord may also appeal to the League for general arbitration of political affairs. Kolminye's declaration makes Freljord the eighth city-state affiliated with the League.

Freljord has applied for membership in the past. Its previous appeal was denied on the grounds that its population was insufficient, lacking both a defined governmental structure and the means to police itself. Ashe's recent ordainment as leader of Freljord's two united tribes, bolstered by the might and numbers of Tryndamere's barbarians, was enough to sway the opinion of the Council of Equity. Immediately following Kolminye's address, the united tribes crowned Ashe the Queen of Freljord.

Ashe is the first princess to ascend to the throne since the Three Sisters War divided the people. According to Freljordian tradition, the queen selects her king and Ashe selected Tryndamere, solidifying her arrangement with the barbarians. On the topic of her choice, Ashe had this to say: "My actions are guided by the needs of our people and not by romantic notions. Our union is a pledge to reinforce our commitment to this alliance."

Ashe had one more surprise in store for the people of Freljord: she appointed League champion  as Freljord's League Emissary. At his appointment, she vowed: "The city-state of Freljord will never scorn its brethren, nor any of its citizens, regardless of species, tribe, custom, or affiliation."

As a token of this promise, she offered, the Winter's Claw, a seat on Freljord's new Royal Advisory Council. Sejuani emerged from reclusion to respond: "Princess Ashe is no more my queen than are the traitors who put her there. Anyone unable to see through this ruse is as much responsible for the perversion of our culture as [Ashe]."

Her opinion was not echoed by her people, as hundreds of Winter's Claw tribesmen journeyed to Rakelstake to attend Ashe's coronation. We spoke with one anonymous Winter's Claw attendee, who said: "I never thought I'd see the day that we would be taken seriously on Valoran. I honestly don't even know what the tribes are fighting for anymore."

Nunu accepted his appointment proudly and the largest contingent of Yetis ever witnessed by humans was present for Ashe's coronation. Nunu stated: "Queen Ashe is just what we've been looking for; she's got the full support of me and the Yetis, and we're good support to have!"

Hordes of barbarians also migrated to their new home, many arriving to view the second crowning of their king. Tryndamere welcomed his people with open arms and an inspiring declaration: "Finally, we have a voice in this land. Finally, we can be seen for what we truly are: proud and noble warriors. Finally, my brothers... finally."

The plan for the unification of Freljord that Ashe set in motion seems complete now; however, she still faces many difficult trials ahead. In light of the protections that the League has now extended to Freljord (and consequently to the barbarians), Noxus issued a 'stand down' order to troops dispatched to their Northern Barbarian Pacification Campaign. Katarina herself delivered the command, closing with a bold challenge: "Noxus abides by the rules of the League, for we are truly noble, but we haven't forgotten the offenses perpetrated by those [barbarian] swine. If the new Freljord's courage matches its insolence, I can be found on behalf of Noxus on the Fields of Justice... waiting."

On most days, you would find a hive of activity on the streets of Zaun. Today, however, the usual hustle and flow of the restless city is strangely silent. On most days, the dark and seedy alleys would be overflowing with a proud people willing to give their all for a profit. Today, Zaunite business is eerily slow and most of the city's shopkeepers are content with their relatively meager gains as the midday sun passes overhead.

Today is not like most days. The peddlers of Zaunite wares know where the people are: Vaskervon Coliseum. The League of Legends Visiopathic Service is showing a key battle arena fight between Zaun and Ionia, and no true Zaunite would even dream of missing it.

Miles away from Zaun, Dr. Mundo takes his place on. Watching his ungraceful entrance into the arena, you wouldn't have guessed that an entire city-state would rest its fate on his massive shoulders. The hulking behemoth appears unaware of the day's high stakes as he hastily grabs his favorite from its usual spot. Amid protests from the shopkeeper, Dr. Mundo tosses some gold coins carelessly behind him as he ambles towards the front lines to face his Ionian counterparts. Standing at the head of his team, Dr. Mundo looks impatient as he waits for the first wave of minions to cross his path.

"Mundo thinks that it's time to fight ."

Most city-states would send a champion back for a second Judgment if they heard such nonsense but, in Zaun, a cacophonous cheer erupts from the fans instead - a cheer that the Zaun faithful hope can be heard by all of the 'peaceniks' back in Ionia. There will certainly be no love lost between the two city-states after the game, as League rules for this particular match dictates that the loser will cede control of a resource rich portion of their shared maritime border to the winner. Such a loss would be an unacceptable blemish on the relatively long reign of Chairman Magnus Dunderson, Zaun's Chief Executive. No Zaunite with a beating heart could tolerate such a failure from their leadership.

Something about Dr. Mundo has captured the collective hearts of a notoriously self-centered city-state. Even the children of Zaun pay homage to their idol, with foaming novelty tongues and unsharpened cleavers waving as high as their stubby arms can reach. Their parents brandish the real steel as they look forward to a newly adopted tradition in Zaun: a post-game celebratory feast.

It's easy to forget that the celebrations were almost cut short before they began. Dr. Mundo's acceptance into the League was met with much criticism, as he was found to be in possession of unchecked during his first match against  Piltover. Dissenters made a strong case that this went against the League's original Elixir and Potions Policy, in which it states that all enhancing substances must be sealed pre-match and contained in a regulation size bottle to maintain the integrity and impartiality of the Shopkeeper's Union. Nevertheless, the adrenaline shot's effects were later reclassified as a type of biological aura, as it was determined that the composition of the shots made them ineffective for anyone but Dr. Mundo due to his unique physiology. When initially asked for a comment on the matter, Dr. Mundo responded only with grotesque slurping noises. He has stood by this statement ever since.

Despite his lack of communication skills, Dr. Mundo receives high praise from his usual teammates:  and. It's no secret that Dr. Mundo takes the brunt of the beatings for his team, but he and his compatriots have so far been rewarded for his sacrifices on the field. Match after match, Dr. Mundo has charged in and softened the enemy opposition; sometimes he goes out in a blaze of glory but just as often he enables Warwick to make kills, cementing the Blood Hunter's reputation as one of the deadliest Twisted Treeline combatants in the League. A few brave commentators have remarked that Warwick's recorded kills are not entirely well deserved, as most of the credit belongs to Dr. Mundo. While those who sacrifice themselves are not an uncommon occurrence in Zaun, it is rare to find such a case that as beloved and revered as Dr. Mundo. No Zaunite with at least one good eye could doubt that now is the time for Dr. Mundo, and for Zaun, to attain a League championship.

Mundo is going where he pleases and the rest of Zaun is right behind him.

[ an in-depth interview with Dr. Mundo!]

Occasionally, between the hysterical tirades and fits of frantic desk-pounding, which invariably accompany my reactions to the everyday behaviors of my fellow Valoranians, I recline with a  - I am a self-respecting cognoscenti - and reflect upon the days of my youth. In the few instances that I am not immediately deterred from this activity by unfortunate recollections owed to a tardy adolescence and an unmerciful complexion, I think: "Gosh, if only I'd had the opportunity to smear myself with corrosive (but shiny!) techmaturgical waste before departing to the slums to display my delightfully pre-atrophied skin!" I'm sure I'd have matured, like a Kaladoun sugar raisin, into a remarkably sweet - albeit shriveled and unidentifiable - version of the optimist you all know me to be. And imagine my utter dismay when considering that I arrived only a decade too late for the latest fad sweeping Zaun's precocious youth.

- as the kids are calling it - is manufactured from the toxic runoff generated by the factories which support Zaun's continuing explorations into sludge refinement. Apparently when slathered on the skin like - or, more probably, instead of - body soap, Shimmer either simulates or stimulates intense emotions in its subject.

Boring, you say? Well what if I told you that it also sparkles, glows, and 'shimmers' in a scintillating array of colors? Still not impressed? Well here's the real pitch: the emotions this phosphorescent exfoliant creates correspond with the assortment of colors in which you can acquire it. So you can literally wear your dejected or whimsical heart in expressive patterned designs not only on your sleeve, but on your back, legs, forehead, or anywhere else you haven't yet withered away. Oh, right, I almost forgot to mention: frequent application of this caustic glop results in progressive degeneration of the skin and muscle tissue.

Of course, Zaun officials are quick to shirk responsibility: "All industrial byproducts within Zaun are scrutinized for public health and environmental hazards, and any which are determined to have unacceptably harmful effects follow strict safe disposal procedures. Those who synthesize the compound referred to as 'Shimmer' must obtain their ingredients through unlawful means." They have declined any comment regarding rumors that Shimmer was the failed result of state-sponsored attempts to create a bio-enhancing agent which would grant its wearer unnatural abilities, a rumor which has only increased its popularity.

All criticism aside, this is one reporter wholly in favor of freedom of expression. I say go out there and be the prettiest little raisin you can be. After all, what concern is a late life restrained to your motorized hextech recliner, wheeling about with your good thumb when you can spend your ample 'downtime' looking back on a childhood during which you shone like a firefly in the sickly Zaun moonlight and your complexion, unlike mine, offered you a proud, glittering cocktail of emotions you enjoy revisiting, day after day, from the standardized comforts of your nursing ward?

Welcome again to place for League of Legends gossip! Before I dish the dirt, I want to take a moment to let you, my faithful readers, know that I want to hear from you! Contact me directly at the Journal of Justice; ask me questions, send me tips, and (especially for my foolish detractors) bring the smack talk! I'm taking on all comers! Questions and answers will be published in future articles.

Anyhoo... the last four weeks have gone by in a rush and there's more excitement surrounding our favorite champions - the kind others won't report. As usual, yours truly has faithfully kept his ear to the ground to bring you the latest and greatest from inside the League of Legends!

When last we left the Eye Inside, this reporter delivered an exclusive exposé on the budding relationship between League sweetheart and hack Journal of Justice reporter. Well, that little article sure has stirred up trouble for old Bob!
 * Nasha-target?

Sources close to Bob have said that the number of threatening letters he's received have dramatically increased. The subject? Fan jealousy over his romantic activities.

One anonymous source from within the Journal of Justice headquarters had this to say: "Nidalee is definitely a fan favorite but I guess no one realized quite to what extent. Since Steed's article, there have been many letters from fans insulting or belittling him. Some of them have gone so far as to vow they would fight him if they ever saw him in person."

This journalist has uncovered one of these closely guarded letters to bring to you exclusively! Let no one say that Ram Steed isn't on the case!



"You better sleep with one eye open. You're dead! You hear me! Get away from Nidalee! She is !  Summoner Nacht. That's right, that's my name. Any time, anywhere. No summoning, I'll take you on with my own hands!" -- Nacht



Only time will tell how this little pickle will turn out. Good luck, Bob! This is one time that I'm sure we're all glad that you're Bob Nashahago and we're not... well... except for your envious new penpals.

Listen up, celebrities - once you're in the public light, there is no such thing as privacy anymore!
 * The Storm's Bedroom

This is a lesson that is learning the hard way, when private images of her dressed in revealing lingerie spread like wildfire through the fan circles. While Janna herself has withdrawn from the public eye for the time being, no doubt mired in strategy sessions with her public relations people, a source close to the champion claims that these boudoir images were captured by a rumored former romantic interest. Whoops!

While the snooper in question will no doubt receive his just deserts (who picks a fight with a champion of the League?!), the damage has been done. League of Legends officials have voiced their displeasure. Roan Fallon, head of public relations for the League, had this to say: "Regardless of the source, Janna is a representative of the League of Legends. She should comport herself as such at all times. We are still deliberating our next course of action."

Sounds like trouble for Janna but fear not, Janna-fans; she's been in the eye of the storm before and, if anyone can find a dignified way out, it's her.

Hang in there, Janna!

As always, yours truly, the hardest working reporter in the League, will labor tirelessly to bring you - the hardcore fan - more of what you really want to read. This is Ram Steed, reporting from the streets of Valoran.
 * Until Next Time...

Our mailbag continues to overflow and we here at the Journal are happy to take a moment from our journalistic pursuits to read your missives. Thank you for your praise and enthusiasm, and please keep sharing your thoughts!



"I was excited when I heard about Kalamanda's potential for nexuses and even more when I found out Runeterra might be regenerating the world we lost in the Rune Wars. As quite the science-y person, I was wondering if any reporters had found any news about groups or persons who were researching the revival of things lost during the Rune War or the regeneration of Runeterra's natural magic." -- Poruku

An excellent question, Poruku. We have correspondents in Kalamanda who are keeping apprised of the events surrounding the nexus discoveries and they check in regularly with the Arcanum Majoris' archaeological teams. Outside Kalamanda, many of the magical colleges and academies commission regular archaeological expeditions all over Valoran. The Academy of Science and Progress in Piltover, founded by League champion, contributes a hefty portion of its budget to the Runeterran Regeneration Project. Students involved with the project are challenged to find creative new ways to optimize the efficiency of magic.



"I was particularly delighted with your article on the return of . This is a breakthrough of the thus far mostly theoretic techmaturgical art of corpsecrafting. For those readers unacquainted with the term, this is the combination of hextech and necromancy. I would be much pleased if you would follow up with an article examining the techmaturgical details and causes of this." -- Munchlord, summoner of Zaun

We're glad you enjoyed the article, Munchlord. Specifics surrounding the process are kept highly confidential, particularly to those who are in the business of reporting. If you are a citizen of Zaun, however, you may be able to contact Professor Pididly himself at the College of Techmaturgy; he seems to love discussing his craft with his fellow Zaunites.



"I fear the worst will come about should conflict arise in the Freljord between League champion Ashe and Princess Sejuani. The presence of Tryndamere, another League champion, is both a blessing and a curse in my eyes. The presence of him and his barbarians will certainly deter the princess from trying to ignite any sort of conflict during his stay with her forces alone. However, should the princess request the help of Noxus, the barbarians' enemies, the two League champions will find themselves fighting on two fronts." -- The Ninth Priest

Many people share your concerns and this situation is not being taken lightly. Ashe and Tryndamere have experienced lifetimes of struggle and they understand these dangers better than you or I could imagine. While I am no politician, I think the potential of Sejuani seeking out an alliance with Noxus is a very real possibility. I would be surprised if Ashe and Tryndamere don't have this threat in mind as they are making decisions that will determine the fate of all Freljordians. While there are many paths this could take, the people of Freljord have shown hope and courage, which has been stifled for generations, and Ashe's actions made it possible. We share your hope that they can find a peaceful resolution.


 * -|VI=



A village tavern brawl with reported injuries is typically not the basis of world-shaping news. Kalamanda, however, is no ordinary village and these injuries were suffered by Demacian and Noxian agents.

As reports of more mineral strikes in the resource-laden region lure prospective hopefuls to Kalamanda, Valoran's city-states have added to the growing population with additional personnel. Demacia and Noxus, by far, are investing the most effort here; their growing presence also brings with them a rivalry that is raising tensions within the village to dangerous levels. Kalamanda's citizens worry that their good fortunes may turn for the worse if Demacia and Noxus come to blows over the future of their village.

This tension, at times palpable, manifested itself last Saturday when Demacian and Noxus guards drinking at the Hasty Hammer Tavern got into a drunken brawl - a brawl that witnesses claimed was 'bordering on a riot'. At least six guards were seriously injured when an argument between the rival guards erupted into violence. It took what appeared to be the entire Kalamanda constabulary, several local patrons of the tavern, and two League champions to break up the fight. No formal charges have been made against the guards by the constables, as representatives of both city-states are currently working together with local authorities to sort out the details of the incident.

The stakes are high for all city-states courting Kalamanda. Yesterday, Mayor Anson Ridley announced that the Kalamanda Village Council voted overwhelmingly in favor of pushing for an exclusive mining agreement with one of the city-states as opposed to allowing multiple contracts. The altercation between Demacia and Noxus the night before was fresh on the mayor's mind as he explained the ruling: "We do not wish to see hatred between powerful nations rekindled because of [Kalamanda's] mineral bounty. We must, and will continue to, act in the village's best interests - both for our own prosperity and security. The presence of just a single city-state here will be in everyone's best interest."

Following the village council ruling, both Demacia and Noxus announced a further increase in their presence within Kalamanda, as both city-states have emerged as the leaders in securing exclusive mining contracts with the village. Both delegations already have escalated their presence in Kalamanda by appointing League champions as the leaders of their respective missions. The Demacian delegation is currently led by Garen, the Might of Demacia, while the Noxus delegation is directed by Katarina, the Sinister Blade - the eldest daughter of one of Noxus' top generals attached to the Noxian High Command. The presence of the champions in the village gives a clear indication that both Demacia and Noxus are committed to success in Kalamanda.

Adding to the rumors and speculation of future chaos in Kalamanda, both Garen and Katarina were present at the brawl that took place in the Hasty Hammer Tavern on Saturday. To their credit, however, both champions were instrumental in breaking up the fight and preventing further violence from erupting. While their presence bolsters the spirits of their respective city-states, however, it adds to the growing unease from others in Kalamanda.

There has been a recent rise in tension between the historically opposed city-states that may make the political struggle in Kalamanda turn violent once more. No progress has been made in identifying the culprits responsible for acts of piracy against the DSS Excursion several weeks ago and the ship's whereabouts remain unknown. A host of accusations from both sides regarding the incident have intensified recently. Furthermore, both city-states have recently increased the number of faction-affiliated champions within the League. During the past two months, four of the five new champions accepted into the League have been affiliated with either Demacia or Noxus.

While the village seems to be settling down, it is highly doubtful that it will return to a state of calm. Kalamanda will be hard-pressed to diffuse the growing turmoil caused by the Demacian and Noxian presences.

There are often harsh words for those with the courage to do what is necessary to protect the future. Idealists will prattle on about the freedom of men and the tyranny of conquerors. Talk is cheap and you will find these so-called visionaries cowering in the corner the moment there is an enemy at your gates. Prosperity, on the other hand, is seldom cheaply bought. Rather, it is purchased with the blood of patriots.

Permit me, for a moment, to indulge in an example. At the base of the Ironspike Mountains, along the main trade route between Noxus and Zaun, lie two smaller villages: Askay and Meland. For generations, the people of these villages have been embroiled in a bloody feud, the cause of which has since lapsed from memory. While relations between Zaun and Noxus have always been friendly, the lawlessness of this region has always complicated the development of trade agreements between our great nations. Until recent times, most interactions have been limited to wartime pacts serviced by mercenary contracts and alchemical weapons.

Current events, however, have taught us that there is much we can share with our eccentric neighbors on the far side of the mountain range. As a result, there has been much interest in pursuing more thriving peacetime trade relations. With our Demacian conflicts now settled in the more civilized manner taught to us by the arrival of the League of Legends, it was no hardship for High Command to simply retask a few of its more specialized military units with resolving the issue. For these specialists, deposing the current, radical political sects in favor of a newer and more forward thinking ruling body was a relatively simple matter. Since this time, both Askay and Meland have seen fit to put aside their differences and declare allegiance to our sovereign city-state.

Some might call facilitating a political coup insidious and underhanded. To these hopeless romantics, I would pose the following question: was the political situation before our intervention preferable? Should High Command simply have allowed the warmongering leaders of Askay and Meland to strain relations between ourselves and our allies and continue to impose a reign of terror upon their own people? These two villages are both now protectorates of Noxus. Their men will no longer make war on their neighbors, thus perpetuating old hatreds. Their women will no longer raise their offspring alone, with their fathers either deceased or away at a frivolous war. Their children will grow up free from the oppression of a homeland in turmoil and with the opportunity to pursue higher education in Noxian academies.

For Askay and Meland, this is the dawn of a new era - an era free of mutually assured destruction. We will be tested. Sacrifices will be made. It will be for a better future.

Forever strong!

To serve in the Demacian armed forces is more than just an exalted honor for each and every citizen in our fair city-state - it is the truest way to realize your purpose in life. Training alongside your neighbors, sharpening body and mind in the pursuit of absolute discipline is a formative experience that shapes every Demacian towards inimitable virtue.

It is in this way that we can live lives of unmatched morality. It is the way to ensure the ideals of our nation and the safety of our allies. This is what it means not only to be a Demacian soldier, but a Demacian citizen.

Each and every one of our citizens who proudly serves our military is a shining example in these dark times. Beyond the requisite service, however, there are exemplary individuals who dedicate their entire lives to the advancement of Demacian ideals. One example is the Crownguard family, a truly extraordinary household whose every member has pledged his or her life to honored service.

The head of the family,, and his wife, , are both well-known, highly regarded officials of the legislative Demacian Council. Their valiant son, Crownguard, renowned amongst friends and enemies alike as the Might of Demacia, is highly decorated within the military. He is also a League champion, defending Demacian ideals on the Fields of Justice with an unmatched fervor. But it is the youngest of the brood,, who is of particular note today.

Eager to follow in the footsteps of her brother, Lux enrolled in the military at the early age of 13. While undergoing rigorous combat training as is the hallmark of the Demacian regimen, Lux's extraordinary prowess with magic was immediately recognized. She seized the opportunity to study under the top magicians residing in Demacia, where her work was so exemplary that she was immediately inducted into service as a part of the Demacian Security Brigade. Through her work with the DSB, she was instrumental in numerous infiltration efforts of enemy territory.

The Noxian military may claim whatever they wish when boasting about their considerable power, but what does it say when one of their allies' arcane spells was mimicked on sight by Lux? Rather than employing the captured magic in furtherance of the dark arts and whatever other horrors Noxus regularly conjures up, Lux has chosen to transfer its energies into a powerful tool for the pursuit of justice.

Through service, education, and, above all, selfless devotion to the greater good, Lux has found her calling and she continues to light the way for Demacia. She has understood and accepted her path with pride, and it is for the benefit of not only our great city, but also those who choose to ally themselves with us.

There are those in this world who would try to dress up their indiscriminate loyalist tendencies in the guise of absolute devotion without any shade of the self. Serving under a banner as an empty husk, without purpose or reason, is no more than a refusal to admit defeat in the face of one's self.

To quote from the Measured Tread: "When Demacians march forth, ridding Valoran of the evils of selfishness and greed under the pristine banner of justice, we know who we are and what we fight for, unapologetically."

For our true strength can only be realized when we can trust that each of our neighbors, be they humble or noble in origin, will heed the call of the clarion united in thought and purpose.

With as much dedication as it takes to fight on the Fields of Justice, how do our League champions find the time to do anything else? But indeed, it is with immense passion that our brave heroes commit themselves to hobbies during their off-hours. In this issue, we look at what, , and do in their spare time!

A certain pair of League champions were the talk of the evening after their scintillating display of dance expertise last month at the Royal Masquerade Ball, Demacia's yearly costumed carnival. and cleared the floor dancing a sultry tango, surprising guests from all over Valoran.
 * Tango for Two

The Journal of Justice was lucky enough to be invited to observe a private dance session with the spicy couple. From our observations, it's a no brainer why tango is the dance of choice for this couple. As they tore up the floor, their eyes never left each other and the heat of their close embrace scorched the curtains of the ballroom. Watching Evelynn's leg snake around Twisted Fate as he led her around the dance floor was enough to understand why this couple regularly ends up at the mercy of one.

Twisted Fate explained their choice of dance: "Tango is the dance style that best expresses our relationship - we aren't just dancing; we're competing with every step, dip, and spin."

Evelynn and Twisted Fate are currently guest instructors at the Crown Dance Academy in Demacia. If you're lucky, you might score a spot in their extremely popular class, though beware - many students have been seen fleeing out the front door after inciting jealousy while pressing too closely to either instructor!

While many of the League champions use their off-hours to pursue various hobbies, a dedicated few choose to spend their entire lives honing their craft. is such a champion, entrenching himself in the study of arcane magic in our very own Institute of War.
 * The Lost Magic of World Rune profileicon.png Runeterra

The League took notice of Ryze's absolute dedication to the craft immediately after he joined the League. Ryze's use of thorn magic, the ancient art of drawing magical energies through spells tattooed onto his body, has made this brand of spellcraft well-known throughout Valoran, though Ryze is currently the only known thorn mage in the world. In exchange for free use of the Institute's grand laboratories and resources, Ryze now works in conjunction with the League to discover lost magic and deepen the understanding of modern magic.

Ryze commented: "The progression of magic throughout the ages is my real interest, while chronicling the history of Runeterra is merely a useful side benefit for the League. Uncovering the magic that has been long lost to the world will unlock immense power. We can use such magic for various causes, such as reversing the damage inflicted upon Valoran by foolish mages during the Rune Wars."

As part of his research, Ryze has become well-acquainted with the numerous League champions who have volunteered their time to come under Ryze's intense scrutiny. , the Gem Knight and fellow champion of the League, is a frequent collaborator. When asked about his feelings on the study of magic, Taric answered: "It is through study and collaboration that we can increase our own strengths in addition to understanding each other. I am, however, aware that a number of other champions shun this research in the belief that we are becoming weaker by exposing ourselves. I say to them: come onto the battlefield and see what advantages the League's shared knowledge has granted us."

Once more, we dip into the Mailbag of Justice, checking the pulse of Valoran!



"A question has been bothering me since the start of the League [twenty] years ago: how is it that the League can accept champions that are in open rivalry with one another (for example: Garen and Katarina)? I understand the need for equal representation in the League, but what do League officials do to ensure that no fighting breaks out between their champions?" -- Meir

Summoning magic is powerful magic, Meir, and all champions are bound by its incantations. When a champion who is bonded with a summoner enters a Field of Justice, the magic used in the summoning prevents a champion from inflicting harm on a fellow teammate. This allows enemies who would normally attack each other on sight to work together without fear of betrayal. The politics of Valoran would surely grind to a halt without such magic, as battle arenas would degenerate into bloody free-for-alls.

There are special battle arenas, however, that specifically exclude certain champions from being chosen for participation. These matches are always ones that involve two specific city-states resolving a conflict between them. These sorts of matches occur very infrequently; most of the battle arenas the League administers involve summoners that are conducting business amongst themselves. When they do happen, the summoners representing the city-state may only select champions who are affiliated with the city-state or champions who have declared neutrality in their affiliations.



"I was just wondering if, the Heart of the Tempest, had attended the performance by and, if so, what he thought of the musical prodigy?" -- Skyesilvary

We tried to get Kennen to write his thoughts on Sona's command performance in Ionia (which he did attend), though he could not seem to sit still long enough to complete it. Instead, we transcribed his unique perspective on the performance:

"It was very good I found myself being carried far away to a magical and serene place which for me is quite different than what I am normally used to seeing since I must be ready at all times to unleash the fury of the tempest upon those who would bring imbalance to our world of harmony in all things oh I'm sorry I was talking about Sona's performance oh yes she was delightful I found myself drifting off on a sea of bliss and tranquility which is so uncommon since being part of the Kinkou requires me to be ready at all times should I be called upon... "

Our apologies go to Kennen for cutting his thoughts short, as they did continue on for a bit longer. Alas, we do not have the space in this issue (or the next) to cover his full feelings on the performance.



"If I may ask: what kind of summoners do you get for the deployment of minion forces? I suspect that not every minion is controlled individually, like we Champion Summoners do, but are controlled as a pack or, generally, more than one minion at a time. This would explain why the minions aren't the brightest, since it would be hard to keep everyone in check." -- Lord GiantR

Minions in the Fields of Justice are animated constructs that, once unleashed, follow pre-planned patterns of behavior. The summoners - either those controlling champions or powering the Field of Justice - have no control over the minions. Rather, the summoners who are assigned to the maintenance of a battle arena focus on quickly and efficiently constructing the minions. Constructing each minion takes a minuscule amount of magic from the nexus they spawn from. These summoners, who are usually apprentice summoners that reside within the Institute of War, are in many ways the engine that allows the battle arenas to function. All summoners who come to the Institute of War will spend time performing such tasks.


 * -|VII=



Today, Ionia's famous Lotus Gardens were not the site of their usual beauty. Monks from the Shojin Monastery assembled in protest of the Noxian occupation of Navori province, which is located in southern Ionia. One of the monks first gave an inspiring speech against what many see as Noxus' needless occupation. He then covered himself with lamp oil, crouched in a meditative pose, and lit himself on fire.

Fortunately, this act does not need to be one of suicide. The Shojin monks have long practiced healing martial arts. However, the burning monk will survive only in a suspended state of agony for many days. When the last leaf falls from the lovingly sculpted bonsai placed next to him, his time will run out. It is unknown what the monks will do when that leaf falls if action isn't taken.

Hundreds of miles away,, the Starchild of Ionia, wept openly when she heard this news. Yesterday, she had this to say:

"It is a sad day when the peaceful monks of the Shojin Monastery must resort to such extreme measures. Ionia is a land of enlightenment. When the only way to find help for one's cause is so horrible, the situation is more than grim. Hopefully, the rest of Runeterra will finally take notice of the cruelty inflicted upon my people by the Noxian government."

League champion, speaking on behalf of her father and the rest of the Noxian High Command, responded with the following:

"Our presence in Ionia is for the good of the people. Their economic state is not ready to deal with the rest of Valoran. Their practices are outdated. Theirs is the domain of sad old men who believe the world should not progress past them. This incident is a tragedy but it is not a statement on behalf of the Ionian people. It is a statement by those who are unwilling to embrace the future."

Public outcry regarding this event is tremendous. Citizens from Bandle City to the  Freljord, from  Demacia to the Great Barrier, have expressed their outrage. Images have spread throughout the civilized world, shown on every Crystal Screen and Spinning Wire connected to a network.

Perhaps the most amazing part of this horrifying display is the priest's incredible willpower. Even as he sits burning, he does not cry out. He is letting his quiet agony speak for itself. Some members of a growing crowd of onlookers even tried to put him out. In response, he broke his meditation only long enough to stop them with a firm gesture. This is a powerful statement against what many feel is the oppression of the Ionian peoples.

The images are haunting and the message is clear. However, the question at hand is clear: what will the League of Legends do about what many feel is the legacy of an unsanctioned and inhuman war?

It began only a few years after the League of Legends was formed. Ionia, a peaceful isle in the Guardian's Sea, initially refused to join. The people there chose to pursue enlightenment instead of war. The destructive conflicts between Noxus and Demacia were the primary reason that the League was formed. The two powers agreed to no longer wage war against each other. Noxus, not content to sit aside quietly, turned its expansionistic eye towards those who remained outside the League's jurisdiction. Their sights settled on Ionia.

The Noxian High Command saw Ionia as a weak target. To them, it was a land of softer things, ill-prepared to defend itself against invaders. Noxian spies began to trade aggressively with Ionia, traveling to the island to study its weaknesses and identify critical targets. When the plan was formed, the forces of Noxus invaded.

The southern provinces of Ionia were the most open to trade. This also made them among the wealthiest. It was here that the Noxian forces landed under the cover of night. Groups of Noxian agents had gone ahead, their spies confounding and sabotaging potential defenses. After being met with little resistance, Noxus' forces formed their first beachheads and began their invasion in earnest.

The invasion continued, heavily in the favor of Noxian forces. However, Ionia did not surrender. In response to a growing Ionian resistance, Noxus brought in mercenaries from Zaun. If the Noxians were bad, the Zaunites were worse. The mad scientists brought with them inhuman tactics, unleashing their cruel creations on the people. This terror was what finally unleashed the anger of the Ionians.

Bringing all its might and martial traditions to bear, Ionia fought back fiercely. Ionian warriors eventually brought the invaders to a stalemate, forcing them back to their power bases on the island. Despite their losses, the forces of Noxus remained in control of three of the wealthiest southern provinces -. Ionian diplomats then sought to put political pressure on Noxus in an attempt to drive them out. However, the Noxian High Command claimed that they were there for the good of the people. They said that Ionia had failed to join the modern age and that Noxus had sympathizers who supported the occupation.

Seven years after the invasion began, the remaining Ionian Families, brought together by Duchess, decided that there was only one recourse left. They petitioned to join the League of Legends so that they could have a match to drive Noxus out once and for all. However, they made their belief that Ionia was being forced to join the League in order to ensure its future security known to the world. Their membership was granted and the match was set. The 'Trial for the Isle' was perhaps one of the most famous matches of all time. Unfortunately for those who were wronged, Ionia failed, albeit amidst questionable circumstances. Some insist that Noxus' victory came as the result of pre-match tampering.

To this day, Noxian forces still occupy southern Ionia. Native Ionians are treated as second-class citizens by the ruling Noxian elite. Soldiers, political dissidents, and anyone else who threatens the Noxians have been interred in labor camps. Forces continue to plunder the wealth and natural resources of the island, sending the spoils back to Noxus. There is much external political pressure, particularly on the part of Demacia, for the invaders to leave. The Noxian High Command claims that they will leave once Ionia has been modernized enough to economically compete in the world and protect itself from foreign threats. However, the situation remains as it has, as the outcome was decided legally in the League of Legends.

There are still eight years remaining before southern Ionia can challenge Noxus once again for their independence. However, recent protests in Ionia, such as the monk self-immolation, are on the rise and they challenge the League's authority. Ionians claim that fifteen years was far too long a stay to grant the invaders. They say that Noxus took advantage of the newly-formed League. Despite Noxian protests that such challenges border on illegality, Ionia has gained much support in the court of public opinion.

It is an overcast morning in Zaun, as are most mornings in the urban heart of the city-state. Once again, pollution blocks the full glory of the morning sun and drains the sky of its pastels. Visitors have coined a name for this shade of sky: Zaun Gray. It is an unnatural experience to an outsider, let alone color. It takes a little getting used to; looking at the Zaun sky might be akin to seeing the beginnings of a cosmic disturbance.

I'm meeting Dr. Mundo in a private room of the Whispered Rumor, a café that also serves as one of Zaun's most popular watering holes. His arrival comes with a significant amount of fanfare. He is virtually royalty here in Zaun, and with that comes the trappings of fame - assistants, security, and various hangers-on. It seems slightly out of place, considering Dr. Mundo's notoriety before his joining the League. I can't help but wonder how many personal valets and assistants have gone missing when Dr. Mundo's experimentations got the best of him. With this in mind, I am quick to get the interview started.



"Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Dr. Mundo. Our readership certainly wants to get to know you better."

"Mundo pleased his work heard of outside Zaun. New patients always welcome."

"Duly noted. Your notoriety, your fame from being in the League... how has it affected your daily life?"

"Life not changed for Mundo. Mundo fights for Zaun and for Noxus friends. Mundo fights for summoners. Mundo also find time for medical research."

"So you're still practicing?"

"More experiments now that Mundo in League, but now mostly funded by Zaun."

"You were nearly suspended from the League for not disclosing your use of . Do you regret your decision?"

"Mundo think that silly. Here, try."

[At this point in the interview, we took a four-hour pause.]

"You've been described as a bit of a hermit. How have you been able to deal with your newfound popularity?"

"Mundo always ladies' man. Now Mundo more ladies' man."

"Does that mean that there's a Mrs. Mundo in the future?"

"Mundo use masochism for battle arena, not for marriage." [Pause] "Mundo joke. Mundo waiting for special someone."

"You've amassed a cult following here in Zaun. Romantic interests aside, how do you feel about your fans?"

"Mundo great role model for kids."

"It's been noted by many that Zaun has gained a more favorable political perception since your introduction to the League. Was this your goal?"

"Mundo keep focused on battle arena. Mundo keeps eyes on prize."

"Do you feel like the champions in the League have almost too much power when it comes to deciding some very serious political matters?"

"Champions only there to fight. Mundo always fight his best."

"How do you cope with the responsibility of being a champion?"

"People can trust Mundo. Mundo brains of operation."

"So you think of yourself as a leader when you're in a Field of Justice?"

"Yes. Chairman Dunderson call Mundo leader because Mundo wins. Zaun successful because of Mundo. Mundo brings wins to Zaun."

"What does Mundo do when he's not cleaving people on the Fields of Justice?"

"Mundo have many interests. Mundo recently open shop."

"That's right! I hear you now own a business, how is corporate life?"

" one of the many skins Mundo wear. Mundo also ."

"To wrap things up here, do you have a rival? A nemesis? Who is the greatest threat to Mundomania?"

[Laughs] "Mundomania! Mundo using that. Lawyers will work out details." [Pause] "No one threat to Mundo. Mundo king of battle arena."

"So no other champion is standing in your way?"

[Long pause] "Mundo think is weird. Crazy ice bird throw up  one too many times. Mundo tired of smashing face into wall."

With the guvners in the League making sure the big names in Valoran play nice, trade is up and the desire for worldly imports is higher than ever. Now, I'm just a simple sailor, so I'm not about to start giving you fashion advice. As my port of call is Bilgewater, however, I do have a thing or two to share with you on the subject of rum. Whether you're ready to toss back a bit of the cure for what ails you or you're just out to stock the barrels to keep your crew in grog for the season, I'm here to help find just the bottle you're looking for.

If you've got a bit of jink to spare and don't mind paying for a bit of celebrity, you can head on over to Fortune's Favor on Fleet Street for a bit of 's private stock. Rapture is clear as diamonds, with a pleasantly clean aroma of cut cane. To shake things up, Miss Fortune adds a hint of pepper and hot cinnamon to keep you warm on deck during stormy days at sea. To be enjoyed with your favorite tropical fruit, Miss Fortune's Rapture Rum is every bit as much the exotic beauty that she is!
 * Rapture Rum

Let me ask you a question, sailor. Have you ever chewed rum? No?! Well then you've probably never run afoul of Gangplank and his fabled Black Pearl. Aged in charred oak casks and infused with some of the richest spices that Valoran has to offer, this rum comes out blacker than pitch and about as thick. Gangplank's Black Pearl is a draught for the true rum enthusiast, only. The rest of you blokes are just going to wind up feeling barmy and running for the deck rails. So be careful! I've seen a bit of the black stuff lay out even the roughest blighter with nary a hint of warning.
 * Black Pearl Rum

This rum is the trademark drink of Myron's Murderhole, one of the most famous and historic bars in all of Bilgewater. Dark in color with the aroma of woody molasses, this infamous spirit is a veritable staple of Bilgewater sailors on the high seas. Richer than its lighter relatives, this dark beauty finishes with an uncanny sweetness that's just perfect for taking the edge off. Enjoy with hot water or even straight from the bottle. Either way, Myron's Dark will keep you warmer than a pea coat on a blustery day.

This rum is characteristically served at Plankwalkin' Pete's, a newfangled bar run dockside by a barmy lad with a peg leg. Light amber in color, Mount Atin will assail your senses with the aroma of sweet grass, molasses, nutmeg, and just a hint of citrus. A bit dry on its own, your typical dose comes served with tonic and a lime, so after a glass or two you're well on your way to warding off both scurvy and malaria.
 * Mount Atin Eclipse Rum

Madness, people, madness! Only yours truly, dedicated reporter Ram Steed, has the sheer audacity to tell you how it is. I can't even tell you how long it's been since my last report - time is a blur! What I can promise you is that I have been pounding the pavement to bring you more of what you really want - a full blown gossip buffet from inside the League of Legends.

Sure she's deadly. She wouldn't still have the title 'the Battle Mistress' if she wasn't. Sure she's survived multiple attempts on her life at the behest of the Noxian High Command. Sure she's hotter than a summer day - that outfit certainly provides her with plenty of space to move. Nevertheless, our lady Sivir may have come up against a force she won't be able to overcome!
 * 's Vacation

For those whose memory is less than stellar, Sivir was arrested last October after going for an alcohol-induced joyride in a hextech conveyance, terrorizing her two passengers and a host of pedestrians. She was arrested by Demacian authorities shortly afterwards, if you remember the hype, and she stood trial just the other day.

Judge Haley Suede took pity on Sivir's 'I'm just a lonely girl with personal problems' defense and sentenced the champion to 90 days in a Demacian penitentiary, with time spent in the Fields of Justice not counting towards her sentence.

Listen, I love our champions - they pay my bills - but one thing I can't stand is the way they're given special dispensation by the courts. If I'd done the same thing, I would be in jail for the next 18 months, and not in a cushy part of the prison.

Oh, well. Position has its privilege but we'll have to see how a jail term interferes with her duties to the League of Legends. More on this as it develops.

Last week, Zaun-based entertainment company Northern Exposure launched its new special entitled 'Pads'. It is part of the new wave of crystal-recorded shows, which use the newest exciting techmaturgy for personal entertainment. Pads takes viewers into the homes of the League's favorite champions so that fans can see how they live. Personally, this reporter feels that our friends at Northern Exposure missed the mark for their reality show. At least a half-dozen better concepts already come to mind, but I digress.
 * Pads : Missing the Mark (or was the Mark)

The most interesting part of this tale is the subject they chose for their first show: the notorious Dr. Mundo. Now, what would possess a reasonable individual to choose the Madman of Zaun as a good subject to record? I'm sure there was a little hometown pride going on there and, honestly, who doesn't want to see that guy's lab?

The Mundo episode was produced and distributed according to plan but this reporter knows a few things that he must expose! The episode was heavily edited and censored. Apparently the Noxian government wouldn't let it air as they originally captured it.

You can guess why.

Several members of the crew went 'missing' during production and have yet to be found. Their families have been given settlements by the Noxian government and investigations into their whereabouts have ceased.

If Northern Lights keeps making these kinds of decisions, Pads will be a short-lived show, as will the company itself.

I suppose it's no surprise that I get a lot of mail from people. It just hasn't felt right keeping it to myself, so I've decided to expand my column to share with you some of the good, the bad, and the ugly that both fans and haters have taken the time to write to me.
 * Dear Mr. Steed

Here's this issue's letter:



"Dear Mr. Steed:

''The reason I write is regarding the articles concerning the private life and bedroom activities of. While humorous to some, the effects of healthy bedroom activities might actually be rather beneficial. I have recently done research on the topic, sparked by a letter from a fellow summoner speculating on the matter. The research included no less than three champions of the League who have requested to remain anonymous, but the immediate result states that such activities can actually provide a short term boost to magical capabilities. I intend to send a journal containing some of my conclusions and results in more detail to the relevant League officials, regarding Janna's current situation."''

-- Munchlord, Zaunite summoner and independent researcher



First off, I'm glad you found my work concerning this matter a source of enjoyment for you. It's always nice when readers hide their compliments amongst their justifications.

Second off, Munchlord, how long have you been on Janna's public relations payroll? Seriously. Bedroom activities leading to boosts in magical abilities? Like Janna's getting down to be a better champion for the people? Nice try, my friend, but this smacks of some serious propaganda.

For you folks at home, this is the kind of hype you can expect to see whenever a champion gets themselves into the kind of embarrassing trouble that Janna's most recently found herself in. There are always 'experts' who will come to the rescue so that what might otherwise be identified as questionable behavior can be dismissed without further thought. You be the judge.

Regardless, thanks to Munchlord for writing in!

If you've got something to say to Ram Steed, mail me personally at the Journal. Some infernal techmaturgical machine will get your message and pass it on to me.

In opening the latest batch of mail from the mighty Mailbag of Justice, it is clear that the recent political saga involving Freljord is fresh on many of your minds. We at the Journal also share your concerns. A new city-state fully recognized by the League! These are interesting times we live in, friends. Today's Mailbag addresses those concerns front and center.



"We all know that didn't choose  out of love, but how goes the other way around? Does Tryndamere feel anything for the Frost Archer? But the bigger question: if they are king and queen, should we expect a prince anytime soon? It may not be the best time (with Noxus and the third sister being so hostile) but the royal line is thin. Despite what will happen, I wish the best of luck to the newfound city-state!" -- Aurutha, the Silent Watcher

A number of marriages that have occurred in the monarchies of Valoran (constitutional or otherwise) have been arranged out of convenience rather than love. When Jarvan III of Demacia was married to the then Lady Catherine Spiritmight over twenty-five years ago, the marriage was intended to first and foremost bring unity to two of the most powerful political forces in Demacia - the Lightshields and the Spiritmights. Having said that, it should be no surprise that Ashe and Tryndamere's marriage is one based on the mutual respect and security of their people. Both of them have publicly expressed as much.

Having said that, who is to say where this marriage may take the king and queen of Freljord? There's little doubt in my mind that Ashe and Tryndamere will want to cement the legacy of their actions by producing an heir. This is especially so with Princess actively working against the new Freljord royalty.



"I am a bit confused about the role of a summoner in the League's matches. I have heard from several sources that the summoner actually has full control of their champion during battle and that the champions simply serve as ragdolls for the magicians to manipulate. Now, here in Piltover we are all big fans of  (or 'the Prodigal Exploiter', as many of us call him). However, the thought that our skillful champion may not actually be doing any of the fighting himself has upset a great deal of us. Can you shed some light on these concerning rumors?" -- Boush

Summoning is the most challenging of all magical disciplines. There is far more to it than simply relocating a being from one location to another. A summoner mentally and physically links with their summoned being (champions, as we call them), allowing for a fluid symbiosis. A champion is not a puppet of the summoner; instead, the champion is the executor of the will of the summoner. A champion is in full control of themselves but they are fully aware of the importance and the necessity of the summoner's will. A champion's duty is to execute the will of a summoner with the utmost precision and execution.

Bear this in mind, Boush: a champion is never forced to be a part of a battle arena where their loyalties and beliefs are not considered. During matches where city-states are resolving disputes, a champion will never act against their own interests. , for example, would never charge out of the brush at a fellow Demacian if the match were about resolving a dispute involving Demacia.



"The Ninth Priest's question intrigued me. If the Winter's Claw tribe were to join Noxus, would not Queen Ashe and King Tryndamere go to Demacia for support? If this were to happen, would the league be capable of preventing an all out war?" -- The Lover of Pi

Oh, but were it that easy for Freljord. Demacia and the people that now make up Freljord have a history of conflict, albeit nowhere near as grievous as the conflict between Noxus and Freljord. Both Ashe and Tryndamere have been highly critical of Demacia's neutrality during Noxus' barbarian pacification campaigns. In fact, Demacia has been quite protective of its territory, turning away refugees during the campaign's more bloody episodes. Likewise, Demacia's northern homesteads have more than once been a target of barbarian raiding parties. Both city-states have a lot of diplomatic work ahead of them before they can bridge a gap that spans decades of distrust.

As for preventing an all out war, the League will take whatever actions necessary to protect its client city-states from all threats - even if those threats are from the city-states themselves.


 * -|VIII=



In Ionia's majestic Lotus Gardens, the still burns in a silent protest against the Noxian occupation of southern Ionia. This tragic act has prompted demands from many Ionians to have all Noxians forcibly removed from their land. However, Ionian diplomats chose to focus on a different and new initiative this week.

They have asked that the League review its judgment on the Ionian occupation. They say that fifteen years is too long to grant the invading and plundering Noxian government. While there are officially still eight years before a match can be scheduled to appeal the results of the previous battle, the Ionians are demanding a rematch now.

At the head of this effort is Irelia, the Ionian Captain of the Guard. Irelia is credited as one of the leaders of the Ionian resistance during the Noxian invasion. Many Ionians believe that Noxus would have succeeded in their conquest if not for her efforts. She has since been hailed as a symbol of freedom for the Ionian people. In a recent press conference, she had this to say:

"Noxian propaganda has hidden the plight of the people. The damage we have suffered has been severe. The cruelty inflicted on the citizens of Ionia during this hostile invasion is unforgivable and we endure the insult of occupation to this day. All the while, the League blindly turns away. It is time for those blind eyes to see. We have been wronged. We will not endure this pain for one second longer, much less eight more years."

Noxus claims that aggressions against Ionia have ended. There are diplomatic efforts that verify those claims. Regardless, Noxian forces still occupy the provinces of Galrin, Navori, and Shon-Xan in southern Ionia.

Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon of the Noxian High Command, the current overseer of Noxian forces in Ionia, made a statement discrediting Ionia's accusations. "Conflicts arise for many reasons. Our conflict with Ionia is no different. Those who lose always try to gain sympathy when violence fails them. Ionia claims to be helpless victims; what, then, of the countless Noxian and Zaunite soldiers buried beneath Ionian soil? Ionia is trying to manipulate the emotions of the League. However, the justice of our presence in Ionia was decided by the League itself. It is legal and, according to the terms of our fair victory, set to last another eight years."

Ionia has powerful support from outside its borders, however. In a stunningly direct speech,, the crown prince of Demacia, spoke out against the occupation.

"Who among us believes these Noxian lies? Who among us doesn't know the truth? I'm tired of wading through the political double-talk. Noxus invaded Ionia as no more than thieves or bandits. They continue to operate as such, remaining neatly between the lines of the edicts of the League of Legends. Those who remain silent do so out of fear. I am not afraid. I will oppose villainy wherever I find it, without compromise. If the League is unwilling to remove the Noxian infestation then I will visit Ionia myself."

A young inventor from Piltover previously reported missing for the last three months was found earlier this week in the jungles of Kumungu. Piltover officials mobilized all available rescue teams to recover the well-known 14-year-old prodigy of techmaturgy, after he disappeared in early June. He was discovered afflicted with a withering disease and close to death in the northern region of Kumungu by a Piltover Rescue Bot. The bot is a recent prototype created by famed inventor and League champion, and it has been used recently as a support unit for the  Bandle City Expeditionary Force in Piltover.

The rescue team transported the boy swiftly back to the city-state and he was quarantined to prevent spreading the disease. The race is now on to save his life, with reports that Piltover's top medical staff has been attending to the boy's condition around the clock. A source within the Piltover Patrol described the boy's status as dire.

The source went on to state: "His body is ravaged by a strange disease. Even with the advanced state of [Piltover's] medical care, the disease is spreading too quickly for his young body to cope with."

His name is being withheld because he is a minor.

This incident is the latest in a rash of missing explorers reported from nearly every city-state in Valoran. Of the fifty-six rescue missions launched in response to these reports in the last year, only three have returned successful. In response to the mounting dangers, the League has increased security measures, focusing their efforts on restricting unnecessary travel through Mogron Pass. While League-sanctioned security garrisons have recently been reinforced in response to the assault last month by unidentified attackers, a security checkpoint is now in place to screen travelers and assess potential risks. The checkpoint is guarded by League members representing each city-state on a rotating shift.

Anticipating some discontent over the establishment of a security checkpoint, League political advisor Deacon Cavarieles issued a statement: "While travelers may consider this to be an unnecessary inconvenience, we feel that it is absolutely necessary to defend travelers from personal harm as well as the citizens of Valoran from the threat of an epidemic. The checkpoint will remain in place until the League has reason to believe that the citizens of northern Valoran are properly observing safe travel habits and that lives are no longer being lost."

Effective immediately, the new law requires that all travelers passing through the Great Barrier must present League-issued documentation to the guards at Mogron Pass. Travelers with valid reasons for crossing the barrier include but are not limited to: explorers escorted by a League-approved member, scientific researchers and historians whose missions have been explicitly approved by the League, or trade merchants heading directly to Bandle City. Inquiries for purposes other than what is listed in the guidelines should be directed to the League Security Council. Any travelers attempting to cross without the proper authority will be denied without exception.

The Harrowing is, by far, the most relaxing Runeterran holiday. You may point out: "But L. B., you find people and their fickle traditions almost as odious as your obnoxious, sweater-clad neighbor; the one apparently afflicted by digestive dysfunction." To you I say this: my neighbor, whose washroom practices cause the paint to peel on my side of the wall, could not, in his rankest moments, ever match the foulness with which I view people and society as a whole. He does try, though.

Why, then, is this holiday the best?

Masks.

Not only do masks grant me a welcome reprieve from your eager, grinning faces, but they also help me disguise my insistent loathing in some more appropriate semblance of neutrality. Suppressing a scowl as determined as mine (let alone plastering a smile over it) is an exhaustive effort.

On the Harrowing we commemorate a time when both creepies and crawlies are at their creepiest and crawliest, and the world falls to the mercy of forces from the great beyond. This superstition is no doubt prompted by the fact that, on this day, Valoran is blanketed in darkness as the moon eclipses the sun. Naturally, to ward off the impending evil, we adorn ourselves in 'light' or 'dark' garments and drink pumpkin-spiced spirits. It is a well-documented fact that ghosts and ghouls fear orange vegetables almost as much as they fear silly outfits.

Admittedly, the light/dark costume parties are far more tolerable than their costume-less counterparts. People of opposite genders and costume colors can skip past the first twenty minutes of introductory drivel - inevitably the moments most likely to spoil what could otherwise be a pleasant night of irresponsibility - and be matched arbitrarily by fortune.

Where did this tradition start, though?

The Harrowing has been a recorded day of celebration for hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years. Fans of the Apocalypse claim that the world nearly ended in fire (or ice or kittens or what have you) when the moon eclipsed Valoran countless years ago. The historical texts which survived the Rune Wars only go so far but they claim that costumes are worn either to support the forces of light/good or to confuse the forces of  dark/evil. The many rituals which have cropped up surrounding the interactions of people dressed in opposing colors seem to be a more recent addition to the holiday, apparently symbolic of the reconciliation of some long-forgotten grudge.

Observance of the Harrowing differs greatly between the city-state-dwellers and the rural citizens of Valoran. In the city-states, most people gather to make merry and act foolish; in the country, some of the eldest sons still keep late watches, prepared to light signal fires to warn of impending danger.

Unfortunately, for all the hullabaloo, there haven't been any outbreaks of malevolent beings, no visits of nefarious apparitions, not so much as one documented creepy nor one captured crawlie. The world seems hopelessly saturated with people and nothing has been sufficient to threaten that state. So, unburdened by worry, you may happily don your home-sewn cowl or your jury-rigged  hairdo and take comfort in the fact that, if this day ever bore the portent of Armageddon, that time has long since past.

Wait, what's that behind you?

If you spend as much time going from dock to dock as I do, you learn a bit about picking up on the local color. Not a lot escapes a man who's been a captain for near 10 years, and the movers, shakers, and lads about town here in Valoran are no exception. Here're a few whispers I've picked up on about what a few of your favorites are up to when they're not fighting gallantly out there on the Fields.

While the League may have put a stop to Noxian hostilities on Ionian soil, 's still guvner on the high seas. Ever since their campaign ended, Noxus' very own Sinister Blade has been a mainstay down at Bilgewater's Fleet Street, poking her head into the pubs and taverns along the way in search of sailors down on their luck. An even share of the plunder sounds spot on to a lad on his last dram, even if it means a short drop and a sudden stop for anyone unfortunate enough to run afoul of an Ionian vessel during the rest of his seafaring career.
 * , Privateer of Noxus

While the League's bound to land their mitts on anyone foolish enough to attack a vessel in protected waters, there's plenty of jink to be had for those intrepid enough to venture out into the open seas. Trouble is, out there you're on your own... and I know at least one little missy who's sharpening a dagger with your name on it, ready to take your hard earned Valors before they're spent. Lesson learned: never give a Noxian an excuse to hang onto a grudge, or you'll be keeping a weather eye on the horizon for the rest of your natural life.

may be barmy as a buzzard - having earned his reputation plundering hapless vessels, swilling grog, and hanging mutineers from the yardarm - but did you know that the old captain loves to dance? Whilst I was haunting about one of my usual ports of call, by happenstance I managed to wrangle an invitation to the governor's ball. I thought for sure I'd be the only blighter from Bilgewater on the scene but, apparently, there're a few chaps out there who can still put one over on a salty dog like myself.
 * Captain at the Governor's Waltz?

There on the other side of the ballroom was none other than the Saltwater Scourge himself... except he's looking all proper and sharing a glass of sherry with a handsome damsel! Since it was the first time I'd seen him while I wasn't looking over the barrel of a gun at a man with powder burns in his beard, I thought it might be a good time to bury the hatchet over those 30 tons of rum he nipped from me last season. After I'd assured him there were no hard feelings, he shared with me a hint of seaman's wisdom, one captain to another: "There's nary a better way to get your ground legs under you than a trip round the dance floor with a buxom lady."

After scouring the latest deliveries from the Mailbag of Justice, it seems that there is a great deal of curiosity surrounding champions who have answered the call from off world. Of equal interest were questions surrounding the actual implications to a champion of being slain and revived on the Fields of Justice. Interesting questions, friends, and today you'll have your answers!



"So, I understand how strong our magic is to control a champion, but one thing has bothered me since I became a summoner: do we really kill the champions themselves over and over again?" -- Eraganus

Constructing a Field of Justice is a truly remarkable feat and the magic at play is beyond the comprehension of all but the most gifted of magicians. Once a battle begins, the Field of Justice becomes a kind of microcosm. Within this sphere of influence the champion and summoner exist as one shared mind.

This does not mean that the champion is not in mortal danger. Death severs the connection between summoner and host champion and is an extremely traumatic experience for both parties. After the summoner has recovered, they can reenter the battle arena by completing the summoning ritual again. At this point the champion is revived on the summoning platform, once again entering the fray at the risk of their own life. For this precise reason, champions and summoners are a rare breed.



"As we know, there are some champions that their land of origin is unknown - for example: and . Since my duties as a scholar direct so and the head librarian gets on my nerves by his constant questioning, could either of them Taric or Nasus be so kind as to and tell we summoners a couple of things about their homeworld?" -- Scholar Aribrar

An interesting question indeed, Aribrar. While I was unable to get either of these champions to comment directly on their home for this response, I am happy to share with you some of my own experiences with them.

Taric is usually quite open to queries regarding his world. Taric usually describes his home as a magnificent place where gems are coveted as sources of magic in the same way that we revere runes. As a word of warning, however: if you manage to find him sitting at the local tavern, be prepared for a long conversation and an equally long bar tab. You can expect a full explanation of the significance of each gem, which are his favorites, where they are found, etc. After that, he'll usually launch into a long-winded tale about how he learned herbalism from his father before crusading off to defend the verdant jungles and forests of his homeland. For Taric, the preservation of the world of Runeterra is just as important.

Nasus, on the other hand, is far more tight-lipped about his land of origin. While it's known that he was once caretaker of a Great Library, all you'll get out of him are grumblings about how his brother will never let go of their grudge regardless of how many worlds stand between them. Pair that with a few riddles about the cycle of life and death and that's about you'll hear from the Curator of the Sands before he's brooding again.



"I have heard very little of and her dealings since she came to Runeterra. Where does she stand on the current happenings in the world and does she long for her home world?" -- Adhemar

Anivia's sense of duty as an elemental protector has always outweighed any homesickness she feels. While she has often spoken longingly of her icy home, she seems to be equally at home in her nest high in the peaks of the Ironspike Mountains. Through her friendship with, Anivia's ties to the region of Freljord have grown stronger since Ashe's marriage to  and the subsequent formation of Freljord as a city-state. While Anivia still views herself as a defender of all of Runeterra, it would be surprising if the Cryophoenix did not show some attachment to her chosen homeland in future political disputes.


 * -|IX=

The tragic news of the Shojin monk, who suffers even now, has shocked Runeterrans everywhere. Flowers and well-wishes have arrived at the Shojin Monastery in droves. Public vigils have been held in every city-state and hundreds of letters have been sent to the Institute of War, pleading for intervention on behalf of the monk. This event is heartbreaking but the amount of public response generated for one man is inspiring. Today, in the midst of all these stirred emotions, the Noxian High Command made a stunning announcement.

Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon, the officer of the Noxian High Command charged with overseeing the Noxian presence in Ionia, gave this statement after returning from an emergency conference in Noxus. "After conferring with my honored colleagues in High Command, we have decided to take this grievous situation into our own hands and bring the people of Valoran some peace. Before I go into further detail, I would like to address some of the statements which have been made surrounding our presence in Ionia."

"It has been said that Noxus is a heartless, imperialistic war machine. It has been implied that ours is the seat of evil. I would like to assure you, we have families, homes, and children, just like anyone else, and our soldiers in Ionia miss theirs dearly. Our undertaking there has been in the service of the Ionians. In the wake of the war, these southern provinces were left in debris and disarray. We have spent our own precious resources rebuilding what was lost and the 'riches we now plunder' are far from compensation for what we have invested in these efforts."

"Noxus is indeed a war machine; for this we are proud, not ashamed. Our sons put their lives at stake in the pursuit of excellence. We respect those who meet us on the battlefield too much to treat them like children or invalids. If you oppose Noxian forces, you are considered an equal opponent and granted no quarter, as such is the highest insult amongst true warriors. It is a disgrace to cross blades with an enemy and then cry oppression when you are bested. Ionia was given the option to surrender without violence, as are all nations which the noble Noxian forces visit. They declined and they lost. I wonder if the public would react the same way if Noxus requested repayment for the sons it lost in the Ionian incursion."

"Now, as I said, Noxus has decided to do what is in its power to bring peace to Valoran, though we have received nothing but threats and slander since the monk's protest began. Noxian blood is infused with the scent of the battlefield and Noxians do not hide behind politics. Make no mistake, challenging the edicts of the League of Legends is not only unlawful, but undermining to a system which has saved Runeterra from ruin. However, it is our right to grant Ionia its rematch before the proper term has elapsed and we have heard their plea. If Ionia desires to meet Noxus on the Fields of Justice to determine the fate of the southern provinces, then we accept the terms and encourage them to send their very best."

The Ionian Elders called an assembly immediately following Hawkmoon's speech and they promised that an official response was soon to follow.



Down in the slums of Zaun, where the gutters glow green with techmaturgical runoff, one can find all manner of unsavory characters: the disreputable, the disadvantaged, and the disillusioned. These are the homes of back-alley sorcerers and shimmer addicts, all those whom critics say are the byproducts of Zaun's rapid and reckless research initiatives. Yet despite (or perhaps, because of) the many negative images associated with the Zaunite slums, thrill seekers frequently venture down to these dark alleys. They come in larger numbers every week and all come for one reason: the undeniable allure of Zaun's underground techmaturgical music scene.

With instruments powered by techmaturgical amplification, 'Techma-Tune' musicians and their strange, wailing sound have been gaining ground in Zaunite taverns for years. Those hip to the scene gather in droves to listen to the stylings of bands such as 'the Hexbenders', 'Yordle Mothership', or 'Tainted Nexus'. For the price of a cheap (and questionably concocted) beverage, any traveler can shove for shoulder room to see these talented groups perform.

Though the Techma-Tune movement has long been an unknown scene outside Zaun, a new star recently pushed interest in this genre of music beyond Zaun's borders and into the hearts and minds of countless Valoranians. For the past few months, Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal and champion of the League, has been storming the stages of Zaun with devastating effect as lead guitarist of the band 'Pentakill'. His dark, pounding rhythms resonate deeply with his followers. One fan says: "His strings speak to the torment of my existence." Another gushes: "I know that deep beneath that armor beats a broken heart like mine. I love you, Mordekaiser!"

We had the privilege of speaking briefly with the League fighter and night rocker:



"Mordekaiser, you're an enigma both in and out of the arena. What draws you away from the Fields of Justice to pursue this surprising side-project?"

"My fans. I am drawn to their disease."

"You mean their feverish love of this Techma-Tune music?"

"No"



Pentakill's popularity exploded recently when Mordekaiser appeared on stage with an unlikely co-star:, the League's darling diva! The masterful mistress of strings has been regularly rocking at Mordekaiser's side in true Techma-Tune style, clad in silver chains and black finery. The two have been busy releasing more captivating singles than ever before, with Sona's otherworldly serenades adding a somber and captivating undertone to Mordekaiser's gritty, powerful chords. Though Sona was (understandably) unavailable for comment, Mordekaiser has confirmed his desire to expand the ensemble further into a full band: "I would welcome those who would bring my music further power. We are known as Pentakill, and we shall rock as no other. Join us, if you are so bold."

Hear Pentakill perform their new hit, 'Mask of Madness', at Trogsworth's Tavern in the heart of Zaun's trade district any night this week. Be warned - it's standing room only and the crowd can get a little raucous. Also, if you yourself are a talented techma-musician, gather your courage and approach the stage afterwards for a personal audition!

The pursuit of justice is often a thankless job. When our soldiers are tirelessly toiling on the front lines, their benevolence is often met with hostility, even from those who they are trying to protect and defend.

However, there are often happier and unintended side effects for those who fight under Demacia's banner. , one of Demacia's League champions, now finds himself at the center of attention from citizens and summoners alike due to his domination on the Fields of Justice. His battle prowess has brought widespread fame to both himself and our grand city-state. Eyes have turned to Garen as a leader, carrying his teams to victory in the name of Demacia.

Recent broadcast matches featuring the Might of Demacia have drawn extraordinary amounts of excitement. Spectators are often found reveling in the streets of almost every city-state after a match, ecstatically hailing Garen's performance on the battlefield. Fans describe Garen as 'tireless', 'invincible', and '... almost as if he never needs to cool down'. They delight in the fact that he is able to enemies with the mighty swing of his blade, seemingly unconstrained by the limitations that other champions seem to face. The artistic have taken to expressing their admiration for Garen's skill by deluging the local markets with paintings and songs reflecting Demacian pride. Children run through the streets of city-states across Valoran, yelling much to the chagrin of parents trying to instill their offspring with pride for their own city-states.

Garen has made quite an impression on non-supporters as well. Even those who support other champions in the League grudgingly acknowledge his unmistakable battle presence. Opponents have been overheard calling him an 'unstoppable hurricane'. Others swear that they can almost see Garen's mighty sword striking down from above when he claims a foe. Not all opinions are positive, however, with dissenters complaining about Garen being judgmental on the battlefield; painfully so. Some claim that he seems overpowered, as though Garen's fighting ability and battle-tested skills were anything but well-earned from experience.

Demacian military officials have taken note of Garen's exceptional performance. Already the leader of the Dauntless Vanguard, Garen was called upon to bring his expertise to overhaul Demacia's military training. His training program, called 'Battle Regimen for Ultimate Soldier Heroism', has since been introduced to the entire Demacian army. It is a well-crafted conditioning program wherein soldiers learn a variety of tactics and strategies employed by Garen on the Fields of Justice, including perseverance, courage, and how to strike decisively against our foes.

Armed with the 'Battle Regimen for Ultimate Soldier Heroism' fighting strategy, the enemies of justice have much to fear. When the Demacian army descends upon challengers, our enemies will not stand a chance against the whirlwind of might.

The world keeps on turning and so do the dramas and fortunes of the League of Legends. This is Ram Steed coming at you, hard at work from the very heart of the League itself. I’m laboring tirelessly to bring you more of what you really want - the dirt on the bravest of the brave and the highest of the high. Champions, you can hide nothing! Our readers demand to know!

Just a few days ago, Calliope Productions (located in Demacia) announced its latest musical: 'The Sound of Magic'. Now, normally this reporter could not care less about musicals, so why the sudden interest in this one?
 * Who Didn't See This Coming?

Because this one is helmed by the Gem Knight himself!

'The Sound of Magic' isn't just a musical - it's a symphonic bonanza. This reporter was fortunate enough (depending upon your point of view) to have been allowed into one of the rehearsals. The songs are epic, pretty much everyone is dancing, and the costumes are, well, outrageous. I've never seen so much frilly business in my entire life and the colors make it look like a flower bed threw up. is the lead designer in all of this and it shows.

The Gem Knight actually deigned to give me a few choice words:

"I'm excited about this opportunity. Musical theater has always, in some way, been in my blood. This production is top notch and I am honored to be center stage. It's wonderful that I get to show my fans a different side of me."

It certainly is going to be a stark contrast to butt-kicking for a living, that's for sure. Hopefully, the prime performances won't interfere with Taric's duties to the League of Legends. If not, maybe he can bring some singing and dancing to his battles - maybe even in one of those frilly costumes... as long as they don't clash with his hammer!

As both Bandle City's ambassador to Demacia and as a champion in the League of Legends, Poppy certainly has a lot of responsibility. She also has fame and power, which give her command over resources that would make this reporter blush... and she's been busted for abusing it!
 * Little 's Big Vacation

How, you might ask? How could such a beloved Champion, such a sweet little yordle, be guilty of abusing anything?

By using those resources to travel to Seafoam, the exclusive resort on the western coast, vacation spot for the wealthy of Demacia. This reporter received a tip from an anonymous source, which revealed the following information: according to her position, Poppy is given a certain amount of money a year to travel as an ambassador. This amount is significant but not enough for a luxury vacation - but this is exactly where the money came from. The yordle champion racked up room service bills, spa days, shopping sprees on the renowned Grayhill Road, and a stay in the penthouse suite of a five-star resort hotel. The estimated cost of this single vacation is far in excess of the annual income of most Valoran citizens.

Naturally, neither Poppy nor any of her staff was available for comment. Do I believe Poppy has a tough job? Yes. Do I believe she deserves time off to enjoy her life? Absolutely. Do I believe that she should be allowed to take over-the-top expensive vacations on the Demacian tax-payers' money?

No way.

So what can we do to hold officials like Poppy accountable during moments of financial mismanagement like this? It is the responsibility of you, the reader, to write to the Demacian government and let your opinions be known!

On the other hand, the question many readers will want an answer to: does Poppy take Whomper to the beach? This reporter thinks yes.

Once again, I dig into my mailbag to see what sort of fascinating letters you, the readers, have sent me. This week's question is interesting.
 * Dear Mr. Steed



"Dear Mr. Steed:

Has ever tried to encourage other armadillos to go into the Kumungu Jungle in hopes they might also change?"

-- Salindor the Summoner



Consider that you're the only sentient armadillo on Valoran and you're a guy. What do you think would eventually something that you'd want in your life? That's right - a female counterpart. Rammus has been around the League for a while now.

When asked, Rammus had this to say: "Shut up."

Sources close to Rammus say that he is unabashed in finding young female armadillos and trying to get them to go to the Plague Lands. He's offered protection and everything. There are some who have gone with him, but the rare magic that created Rammus in the first place isn't likely to come out and play just because someone asks. It hasn't stopped him from trying and he has no lack of volunteers, as it appears that he is a bit of sex symbol to the armadillo community (which looks really weird now that I've actually written that out).

Thanks for writing in, Salindor!

If you've got something to say to Ram Steed, mail me personally here at the Journal. Some infernal techmaturgical machine will get your message and pass it on to me.

These are eventful times - the monk's protest has stunned Ionians and incited the passions of citizens all over Valoran. We at the Journal of Justice have many feelings about these events and, although we cannot control their outcomes, I can promise you that we will continue providing you with the most late-breaking news (every two weeks)!



"Honestly, I must know: why does everyone even acknowledge the League when they are all going to be wiped out by the Void? Our prophet  has already assured us that the Void is coming and there is nothing we can do to stop it. I only hope that my dedication to the Void is taken notice and Malzahar will help save me from the impending doom." -- profpwn

We recognize that there is a growing faction of Runeterrans who either worry about or welcome the Void, particularly as Malzahar has gained popularity in the League. You are free to believe what you please, profpwn, but there have been incidents in the past where Void cultists have turned to violence either against themselves or others. I want you to understand that this sort of behavior only hurts you and those around you. If there is any truth to what Malzahar is saying, I would rather use my magic to protect Runeterra and its citizens, and I'd really like to have you on my side!



"Several individuals have sought my explanation as to why certain champions, on a nigh weekly basis, seem more willing to serve more summoners, requiring little to no influence within the League to gain access to their powers. Would you mind providing the good people of Valoran a general explanation?" -- Adjudicator Fayd

This is a good point to bring up, Adjudicator; thank you for your assistance educating the younger summoners. The League of Legends serves many purposes. First and foremost, it acts as a mediator for the city-states so that conflicts can be resolved without causing harm to the world. However, the League is also a medium through which people all over Runeterra can find common ground. People from all corners of the world attune their crystal screens to broadcasts of battles on the Fields of Justice. All champions admitted to the League must make themselves available from time to time - both for the younger summoners to refine their arts and also so that there are always battles to watch.



"The protests of the Ionian monk have drawn a great deal of attention recently, turning the eyes of thousands to the island city-state. As with many others, I extend my sympathies to the Ionians, but I am curious as to what actions the league is considering about the issue." -- Cykrus, Demacian summoner

Many people share your concerns, Cykrus. I cannot speak in an official capacity for the League but I know that this issue is being taken very seriously. The fact that Ionians felt the need to protest so deeply moves the heart, but I think it's important to remember that both parties agreed to the terms of the Trial for the Isle well beforehand. At the same time, the Shojin monks have long been a beacon of wisdom for people all over Runeterra. The loss of even one is a tragedy for thousands. Unfortunately, I think the best we can do is to remain calm and hope for a fair resolution before his magic runs out.


 * -|X=



Two weeks ago, Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon, the officer in charge of Noxian forces in Ionia, shocked  Runeterrans by announcing that Noxus was willing to offer Ionia an early rematch for control of its three southern provinces: Galrin, Navori, and Shon-Xan.

An official statement was released by, the Duchess of Ionia, this morning:

"Friends, we consider ourselves fortunate to be able to address you today with a message of hope not only for our beloved, who continues to suffer in the Lotus Gardens, but also for all who live in oppression throughout Runeterra. Many have criticized Ionia's pacifistic stance during the Rune Wars and some have claimed that we paid a deserved price when Noxus' shock troops landed on our shores. It is true that our peaceful views left us at a military disadvantage, but we overcame monstrous odds against us and fought back the well-oiled war machine of Noxus, the biochemical terror of Zaun, and the ruthless pillaging of  Bilgewater. We did this alone, without foreign aid, and amidst rivers of blood and tears."

"Ionia remains incomplete as long as Noxian forces occupy our land and oppress our people. We appreciate the Chancellor's generous offer of an early rematch. We also appreciate his words stating that Noxians are a people deserving of human liberties. We would like the citizens of Noxus to know that it was our appreciation of this fact that kept us from engaging in so many foreign conflicts in which we considered Noxian motives and philosophies to oppose our own. We have never requested assistance from Noxus to repair the damage dealt during their invasion nor aid to 'modernize' our civilization. However, since debating Noxus' justifications for the occupation was not the heart of Hawkmoon's speech, it shall not be mine. We officially accept your challenge, Malek, and we will send our very best."

Before she left the podium, Karma added: "One more thing: should Noxus wish to surrender before the match, we will be absolutely willing to negotiate the terms."

Several champions, especially those involved in the invasion, have already volunteered to represent their respective city-states in the match. , Ionia's current Captain of the Guard, sought the Elders' endorsement to join the League the same day that Malek made his speech. She was officially accepted this past Tuesday and she has already submitted herself as a candidate for the match. and have also expressed strong desires to be included in the roster.

Noxian champions have been equally enthusiastic to participate in the match. ,, and made appeals to High Command to be considered. tendered her own candidacy after publicly retorting to Karma's comments: "It's nice to see that when granted an opportunity to save their 'beloved monk' and achieve their independence from 'oppression', Ionia responds with open sarcasm and disdain. I will enjoy crossing blades with you on the Fields of Justice... and Karma, if you ever tire of hiding behind your podium, I'll be happy to carve out some time out for a visit."

While the city-states make preparations, the League has opened a draft of summoners to determine who will summon these  champions into battle. It will be a careful process due to the rumors of foul play involved with the previous match. The League has stated that it will be posting bulletins for prospective summoners to apply.



Even with the barbarian threat somewhat alleviated due to their recent unification with Freljord, the cold lands to our north seem determined to prove themselves inhospitable to civilized man. The frequency of attacks by trolls - once rare in all but the wildest of frontier towns - has escalated to epidemic proportions in the northeastern region of the Empire. Territorial disputes between these trolls have displaced entire tribes, putting all peaceful human settlements in the region in jeopardy as troll raiding parties wander down from the Ironspike Mountains in search of food and weapons.

A Noxian task force has been stationed in the northeastern region and preliminary reports from captured marauders have laid the blame for their warmongering on the resurgence of the Ruhgosk tribe. This tribe, once renowned for their remarkable intelligence and cunning, was the largest and most powerful of their troll brethren before a wasting disease ravaged their numbers. During the Ruhgosk's moment of weakness, the other tribes fell upon them, seizing ancient Ruhgosk tribal lands and hunting their infected brothers to near extinction.

It has been said that the Ruhgosk have found deliverance from their malady in a most unlikely source and have managed to save their tribe. A Ruhgosk tribal warrior known as has ritualistically taken on the suffering of his tribe with the help of the presiding shamans, becoming a festering beast of disease sustained only by his remarkable regenerative powers. With their curse lifted and their terrifying savior leading the charge, the Ruhgosk have reemerged to reclaim their hereditary lands. The usurper tribes, proving to be no match for the fury of Ruhgosk's renewed vigor, have been shattered and forced to resort to nomadism.

A Noxus peacekeeping force, led by renowned troll expert and Bleak Academy Professor Hakolin, was dispatched to the area in an effort to parley with the trolls' tribal leaders and arrange a peaceful solution to the fighting. Despite advancing under a banner of peace, his vanguard has met with nothing but violence when attempting to approach the various troll encampments. With this diplomatic avenue closed off, High Command has seen fit to proclaim the trolls of the Ironspike Mountains enemies of the state, rendering it the duty of any good and loyal citizen of Noxus to do them harm if they are able. Moreover, a bounty has also been issued against the troll menace, allowing private citizens and soldiers to exchange trophies from their hunting parties for currency.

Whether the tales of an avenging troll martyr are true or simply the deranged ramblings of these superstitious creatures, the havoc they are sowing is very real. Noxian forces in the area have already begun the hard work of organizing a militia in the threatened territories as well as fortifying townships against further attack. Additionally, Noxus' entire Northern Legion is in the process of being consolidated just south of the Noxus-Freljord border to better ensure the safety of the populace.

The Noxian people have endured adversity at the hands of many over the course of our proud history, each time emerging ever more resolute. We shall meet this troll threat as we always have: with courage and valor. Our efforts shall ensure that human civilization prevails over aberration in the Ironspikes.

Forever strong!

Last night, authorities in Zaun were called to a bloody scene on Zaun steets in the northern Gozzryn sector. A rampaging beast - later determined to be, the Blood Hunter - was savagely attacking Zaunite civilians. By the time authorities arrived, had already slain five and injured three others. He further managed to injure three officers before local mages were able to suppress him and bring him in for questioning.

Dalo Forukin, the first officer on the scene, recounts: "He was completely feral. His fur was dark brown and he had broken shackles cuffing his wrists. His back was bloody with lash wounds. It seemed like he didn't understand us when we spoke to him, and his eyes darted around wildly as though everything was a threat. Personally, Warwick is one of my favorite champions. I've seen maybe a hundred of his matches and I never once saw him look this savage. A lot of people forget, due to his appearance, that he is actually a brilliant chemist. He's responsible for several of Zaun's techmaturgical breakthroughs. It was truly awful to see him in that state."

Authorities were unable to calm Warwick, so they reached out to the only person who they thought would be able to get through to him: Singed. The Mad Chemist made good use of his while trying to reason with the beast before he decided to employ another tactic. Singed brewed a brown, fizzling concoction and force-fed it to Warwick. After half an hour of choking, the Blood Hunter seemed to regain his senses, although his appearance remained the same. Singed then spent the next hour with authorities, coaxing from Warwick the story of what happened.

"I was walking down the street in Gozzryn. It reeked of rotting refuse. I heard a snapping sound, like someone stepped on a twig, coming from an alley I just passed. Suddenly I felt overwhelming heat surging through my body. I couldn't move and the fiery pain didn't stop until I lost consciousness. When I awoke, I was chained to a brick wall in a dank basement. Some piece of scum coated himself in garbage so I wouldn't smell him coming."

"The gutless vermin was a man, at least I think it was a man, wearing a Zaunite radiation suit. When he spoke, his voice was deep and robotic, like what you'd expect if had a cold. He wasn't a robot, though, he was a victim of a Zaunite bio-assault - or so I would guess." Warwick grinned, proud of his work.

"He asked me if I remembered the faces of the children I 'murdered' in Ionia as he branded me with some kind of glowing whip. He injected me several times with unknown substances that made me more susceptible to pain and sent my mind into chaos. I'm not certain whether I was hallucinating or not but, at one point, it looked like he pulled back the radiation mask, and his face underneath was half-mutated as though he'd been exposed to some tissue-warping toxin. I've never seen anything like it in all of my experiments. If I ever find him again, I will put his filthy mutated head on a pike."

The torture apparently drove Warwick completely insane and made him even more bestial. His kidnapper seemed to know that Warwick would eventually be able to break free of his chains, because he gave him one final injection before packing up and leaving.

The crimes Warwick committed in his wild state were categorized as 'unintentional side effects of advanced experimentation' and pardoned in full.

Oh, what would we do without the League of Legends? Sure, it's all but eliminated war in our time, but it's given us so much more than that! The victories, the defeats, the pageantry! It's magic in a can, although I suppose someone will want to correct me and say that would be techmaturgy. Don't slow my poetic roll!

The sands of time drain on and faithful Ram Steed has been climbing through the dunes for the juiciest tidbits of champion gossip - just for you!

Many champions are involved in product endorsement. From 's Brushwear Boots to 's Magic Feather Dusters, the most popular members of the League of Legends make a little more money on the side by promoting products in which they believe. Personally, this reporter sees no problem with such behavior - in fact, I use many of the products that our favorite heroes endorse!
 * Dark Child Dental Hygiene?

On the other hand, there are things that come along and make me scratch my head in wonder. Last week, the infamous toured the western lands of Valoran to promote the launch of her new line of oral care products.

As the advertisement says: "The world has many places of dark magic. Don't let your mouth be one of them." This is accompanied on the packaging with a picture of both Annie and holding themed toothbrushes and toothpaste while showing their pearly whites.

Huh. This just seems so warped that I'm at a loss for words.

As this reporter shared several issues ago, the relationship of the blue-skinned beauty and the gypsy rogue  has certainly had its share of ups and downs. On Sunday, it hit its final down.
 * A Cruel Twist of Fate

What started out being a romantic couple's walk through Granoa Park in Demacia went cold just before sundown. Nearby sources claim that Evelynn simply dropped the bomb in the middle of a conversation, leaving Twisted Fate shocked and dismayed. She then kissed him gently on the neck and walked into the growing shadows.

Evelynn has so far been unavailable for comment. Rumors abound regarding the reason for the break-up, however. Sources close to the Widowmaker claim that this was a perfectly normal break-up for Evelynn while others claim that there is some lucky soul waiting in the wings for her affections. The truth, as always, will come out.

This reporter managed to catch up with Twisted Fate at the Accursed Trinket, a disreputable bar in Zaun. While it seemed that Fate was open to the idea of an interview, particularly in exchange for help with his bar tab, the champion was unable to form coherent sentences. It seems that this reporter caught him long after many drinks had been downed. After what sounded like a heartfelt expression of loss (although he could have just as easily been asking for help to the bathroom), he passed out, fell off his stool, and flatulated loudly. It's this reporter's opinion that he is not taking the break-up well.

It certainly seems that the Bachelormaker has struck again! More as this develops.

So much mail! I love that you have so many things you want to talk to Ram Steed about! Far less hate mail than I was expecting. Putting my hand randomly in the mail bag, I find this...
 * Dear Mr. Steed



"Dear Mr. Steed:

''Hello. I am Dr. Poulpe, summoner extraordinaire. It was magic to read your article this morning after a long insomnia, which put me in a good mood. I would wish to know if any of the ordinary readers of your publication could possibly obtain one or more these famous images concerning our poor ? All that, of course, with a legal aim."''

-- Yours sincerely, Dr. Poulpe



Thank you, Dr. Poulpe. It's nice to know that my little column was capable of being a bright ray of sunshine into your life. As an occasional sufferer of insomnia myself, I feel your pain.

As to your request, I find myself wanting to ask one question. What legal aim could you have for acquiring the bedroom images of Janna? She didn't break any laws. The only consequences she has to face are from the League of Legends, and they have full access to the images in question. I can only assume that you are looking to acquire said images of Janna for personal reasons, and I cannot condone participating in that scheme. This reporter is a lot of things but I am not someone who will be a part of something like this.

So, Dr. Poulpe, good luck with your legal aims, and let your imagination be your guide! Thanks for writing in.

If you've got something to say to Ram Steed, mail me at the Journal. Some infernal techmaturgical machine will get your message and pass it on to me.

Couriers from all across Valoran have brought your questions here to the Institute of War. We've recently had a few questions related to the origins and motivations of champions. Of particular interest were those champions who once made their homes on other worlds. An intriguing topic indeed, friends, and today we'll do our best to shed some light on these enigmatic visitors.



"So if certain characters in the League hate each other, then why do they work together as a team in combat? Take and  for example. Wasn't Kayle's existence in the League to ultimately kill Morgana? Why do I occasionally see those sisters making a great lane partner together if they want to kill each other? Why isn't there a debuff placed on characters with grudges? Is it because they're getting paid so much to not even care or what?" -- Moar RQ

Champions wishing to join the League are scrutinized with utmost care for their motivations and ambitions. One of the toughest requirements for potential champions is that they must surrender their right to refuse the call of a summoner for any reason. In the cases of Kayle and Morgana, they were willing to temporarily put aside their grudge to join the League, though summoners often comment on being mentally affected by the seething anger between these two when they are forced to fight on the same side.

Though we cannot alter the feelings of the champions we recruit, it is my suspicion that certain fighters take advantage of the situation by honing their skills on the battlefield. Although there is certainly the danger that a champion will wreak havoc after gaining immense strength during their experiences on the Fields of Justice, it is a risk the League is willing to take.



"I cannot help but notice that all new additions to the League seem to be 'applying'. Does the League have enough champions that it no longer need to pluck the unwilling and unsuspecting (such as, Morgana and Kayle) or is there another reason for the League to stop snatching champions off their homeworlds?" -- Akkasha

A most intriguing question, summoner. When the League was still young, its numbers were fewer, and support from the city-states was tenuous. While some champions recognized our authority early on, many still believed that the League of Legends would not stand the test of time and that strife would soon return. During this time, it was extremely important that the League not take a heavy-handed approach towards the city-states by forcing their most cherished heroes to compete. Summoners were forced to be more creative when locating champions to summon, often scouring the cosmos for one that suited their needs on the Field of Justice.

It was only after Morgana was summoned to Valoran (and subsequently pursued by her sister Kayle) that we began to realize the potential consequences of such actions. Plucking such a powerful being from its rightful place can have potentially dire consequences. As a result, the summoning of beings from other worlds is now a practice strictly regulated by the League, requiring the direct approval of the High Council of Equity before it can be attempted.



"I would like to address with this question. Rammus and  intrigue me as lesser lifeforms that have become sentient. I was wondering if either of them have have discussed their sentience with each other and what their thoughts concerning one another are." -- Shillelagh

Rammus is an Armordillo of few words, so perhaps I can answer on his behalf. When he initially joined the League, Rammus gravitated towards Twitch as a similar character. Ultimately, he didn't find the Plague Rat much to his liking.

While they are both animals that have become sentient, that is where any common ground ends. Remember that Rammus became sentient in the jungles of Kumungu while Twitch is a byproduct of the sewers of Zaun. Twitch's cruel, urban attitude displeased the Armordillo.

More surprising is the fact that Rammus and Blitzcrank found that they had more in common than one might think. While he may be a machine, Blitzcrank is another unique creation struggling to find his place in the world. Unlike the Plague Rat of Zaun, he shares a benevolent spirit with his armored companion.


 * -|XI=



The stage is set for the most hotly anticipated League battle of the year. The city-state of Noxus, having enjoyed the spoils of  Ionian soil for the last 7 years, has offered Ionia the chance to reclaim their land.

The stakes have never been higher. With the Noxian occupation, the inhabitants of the three wealthiest provinces of Ionia have been forced to settle into the Noxian way of life, however grudgingly so. Ionia has excluded representatives from these captured provinces from the Convergence of Elders as a means to prevent political corruption. However, by agreeing to the match as a means to reclaim their land, Ionia's government must allow the inclusion of proper representatives from the provinces of Galrin, Navori, and Shon-Xan in the case of a loss. Should Noxians be appointed as the representatives, the Ionian government will be vulnerable to undesirable influence.

Working in conjunction with the city-states, the League sought out summoners of the highest pedigree, some having been vocal during the Ionian protest. The Noxian team, represented by summoners Vorath, Edwy, Roku, Poisonidon, and Friend, have issued the following statement:

"Summoners, citizens, champions of the League: we gather here this day to adjudicate, by trial of arms, the Noxian expansion into the fertile Ionian provinces. It must not be that our hearts burgeon with treacherous emotion in these trying times. Rather, we must maintain a steely eye, an even demeanor, and argue the case with cool logic and colder blades. Let not the wailings of the Ionian tenderhearts influence you overly - Noxus has claimed these lands by lawful conquest on the Fields of Justice once, and all  Runeterra shall stand witness as we do so again!"

Vehemently awaiting the chance to liberate Ionia once and for all, the Ionian summoners Poruku, NeoIllusions, Eclipse, Frozt, and Guardsman Bob, issued the following reply:

"We're determined to win and we have our most advanced strategies prepared; losing is not an option. We will show them the power of Ionia and we will have freedom as our reward. All of those who have shown support will not be let down. We have never stopped believing that the citizens of southern Ionia should have the freedom to live as they desire, without the heavy-handed oppression of another weighing down upon them. Without a doubt, balance shall be restored."

Regarding the match, the buzz heard echoing throughout Valoran appears heavily slanted in Noxus' favor, stirring up unsettlingly familiar feelings of Noxian machinations behind the scenes. However, since the original 'Trial for the Isle' match 7 years ago, Ionia has seen a great influx of champions to the League. Most notably, the Ionian Captain of the Guard,, and several members of the widely respected Kinkou clan are now in the champion lineup for the match. It took the painful loss of their southern provinces to bring the Kinkou into the League, as the Order had been controversially opposed to the use of force when the original battle occurred. Now, it seems, they are making good on their fervent dedication to the preservation of balance in Ionia even if it means charging into the front lines of battle.

The summoners representing the winning city-states will be honored with a supervised visit to the Arcanum Vault, located underneath the Institute of War. They will be the first city-state affiliated summoners to be allowed access to the Vault. They will be presented with two items and granted the privilege to select one to be added to shop shelves on the Fields of Justice. The item will be named in honor of the victor.

The two items that the League has selected are a pair of boots and an item from the famed artificer Doran's collection. Both items grant unique abilities compared to the existing boots and Doran's items currently available. The item selected for sale will be dedicated in the winning city-state's honor.

Be sure to tune in this Friday - 10 December, 20 CLE - in order to witness this momentous occasion. The League has made special arrangements to transmit a live visiopathic feed of the match so be sure to cozy up with your fellow statesmen in support of your favored team!

One of Noxus' finest children, the celebrated, vanished this past week under the most peculiar of circumstances. Last seen slipping away from his entourage during a trip to the famed marketplace of the Ivory Ward -- the oldest and most opulent of Noxus' historic districts - the General never returned to collect his coterie.

When interviewed, the General's retainers said that he appeared extremely agitated prior to his disappearance, having been observed, on multiple occasions, checking his pocket watch at frequent, neurotic intervals. While we can only speculate on what grave errand compelled Du Couteau to proceed unguarded into the city, the increasing length of his absence does not bode well for a safe return. His absence has been especially hard on his family as the General's daughter, the famed Sinister Blade, has been unable to leave the Institute of War to tend to familial affairs.

With Du Couteau's whereabouts unknown, his seat on the Noxian High Command stood vacant. As a result, General came under pressure from his cabinet to fill this unoccupied seat on the advisory council. He did so today at a private ceremony held deep within his inner sanctum at Darkbourne Hold, surprising no one when he selected League champion and Master Tactician Jericho Swain, one of his Lieutenant Generals, to succeed the late General Du Couteau.

In a brief speech punctuating the ceremony, General Darkwill made the following comment to his latest protégé: "It is long overdue that we recognize your many accomplishments, your cunning, and, above all, your unwavering loyalty to the Empire and to High Command."

Perhaps just as curious as the circumstances of his promotion was Swain's choice of companionship for the evening, which caused quite a stir at the proceedings. On his arm, all night, was none other than the infamous (and notoriously reclusive), who had not appeared in public for decades. Despite being roughly the same age as General Darkwill himself, she appeared as youthful and vibrant as ever. The years have been far kinder to her than to her hardened associate; a fact that has only contributed to continued speculation regarding the circumstances of her longevity.

This disappearance is not the first tragedy to haunt the Du Couteau clan in recent memory. Earlier in the year,, Du Couteau's youngest daughter and former jewel of the Noxian court, fell grievously ill following a short-lived romance with an envoy from Freljord. She has since shut herself up in her chambers, seemingly never to return to the public eye. While her current condition is unknown, the mortality rate of servants in the Du Couteau household has reached an all-time high, sparking panic-stricken rumors of contagion. It has been said her father's absence has thrown the household into uproar and that the distraught Cassiopeia's fury can be heard echoing through the Du Couteau estate at all hours.

While General Swain's official promotion was executed in haste, High Command intends that he receive all the honors and recognition that he is due. A proper celebration with all the typical military pageantry is being scheduled for the coming week. It is likely to be a great spectacle given the celebrity afforded to Swain by his status as a champion of the League of Legends, and the city's major tourist attractions are preparing for a significant increase in traffic during this time. Honor and glory to General Jericho Swain of Noxus, newest member of High Command!

Forever strong!

was summoned to Navori province today to take charge in the eradication of an unexpected giant rat infestation. The Mad Chemist was top of mind after his deft handling of a population surge outside the Institute of War last spring.

His arrival comes following the rodent invasion of a high-profile officers' banquet celebrating the promotion of Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon's son, Ameer, to the rank of Commander in the Noxian fleet. According to witnesses, screams interrupted the Military Anthem when child-sized rats hopped onto tables, knocked over glassware, and pilfered sides of meat while ignoring the best efforts of broom-wielding servants. Immediately afterwards, several officers were overheard demanding immediate action while carrying unconscious wives and husbands away from the scene.

It is believed that the infestation began after several Zaunite armament shipments arrived last month. Local harbor workers first noticed the rats scurrying ashore on mooring lines that tied the boats to the docks. Before the banquet incident occurred, reports concerning sightings of people carried off by swarms of rats and of entire food-storages being found empty have largely been dismissed as rumors by the Noxian High Command. Local security has noted a level of coordination and intelligence behind these occurrences that suggests the presence of a mastermind overseeing the infestation.

Chancellor Hawkmoon commented earlier this week: "Zaun has been our trusted ally for years and I'm convinced they would do nothing to compromise that relationship. However, it's my firm belief that, if the rats did come from Zaun ships, there is likely only one that might have insight on the matter. We will be asking Zaun authorities to investigate further. As for the infestation itself, Singed has proven that he is adept at exterminating vermin. This will be dealt with."

With the accelerating expansion of urban city centers, demand has grown for exterminators who pack increasingly caustic and dangerous chemicals. Outside his participation in the League of Legends, Singed has built a business out of handling the direst infestations. However, there are unconfirmed reports that side effects of the Master Chemist's work are more devastating than the infestations themselves. Whispers of entire houses sinking into acidic pools and deadly gas clouds floating down city streets have been only the most benign of the rumors.

, the Starchild of Ionia, responded to Hawkmoon's statement: "Noxus invades my beloved island, introduces unnatural pests, and then expects to solve this crisis with corrosive chemicals and destruction? We will not stand for this assault on our fragile land. The League of Legends must recognize this occupation for what it is - a clear disregard for life and beauty in the name of profit."

Singed made the following rebuttal: "The Starchild doesn't have to worry... much. Noxian citizens in Ionia will be perfectly safe from my improved rodenticide formulas. I have nothing to say about whether Zaun is or isn't involved with the infestation itself."

I have a personal message for all of you. I've written several columns alongside my crackling fireplace, warmed by the many one-sided conversations we've shared through my pen. Despite all the bitterness and sarcasm some have implied that I pepper into my writing, I would like to thank you in earnest for being that nameless, faceless person on the other side of the print. Without you, I would feel as though my words simply evaporate into the ether. My vocal disdain would be merely a hermit's grump. In particular, I would like to thank you for assisting me in winning a wager with a certain Mr. that I could not bring myself to write an entire paragraph in 'the holiday spirit' of the Time of Snowdown without any 'undue sourness' like a good journalistic puppet.

Drat, he is sure to quibble about that last part.

Sentimental blather aside, we are fast approaching another holiday (yes, another) before my neighbor has seen fit to remove the shriveled, grinning pumpkin-turned-raisin which has withered on his doorstep since the Harrowing. Had I known earlier that he desired to decorate his entryway with rotting garbage, I'd have eagerly obliged from my own supply.

The time of Snowdown is arguably the most significant Runeterran holiday since it is the only occasion wherein citizens of Valoran have historically agreed to put aside their petty differences for a short time. During the chaos of the Rune Wars, this was frequently the only time soldiers were given leave to return home. I've even heard a few stories of sworn enemies dining with each other during the break in hostilities. The food may have been generously spiced with arsenic or gunpowder but good intentions sometimes come wrapped in melting or ticking packages.

So why is this so universally a time of peace and brotherhood?

As some have been keen to indicate, the time of Snowdown heralds the coming of a new year. They submit that people all over the continent would celebrate the fact that, despite their other differences, they had mutually survived the past year. However, as a patron supporter of the human spirit, I tend to believe people would have happily slaughtered each other to welcome in the next year but for the devastating weather, which wrought havoc on the population.

Valoran has always been home to unforgiving winters but, in the wake of the Rune Wars, the climate was in such a state that it was not uncommon for a particularly vicious blizzard to claim thousands of lives from a single city-state. Depending on your feelings about your neighbors, this may have made for a somewhat less festive occasion (or so I'm told). So families, since ancient times, would band together for fear of freezing or being gored by the errant falling icicle.

Now, people simply band together to watch the Snowdown Showdown - the League event themed for the time of Snowdown. Once all the panties have been un-knotted surrounding this 'Noxus vs Ionia' tiff, we are sure to see some special matches, runes,  costumes, and so forth, built to be absorbed by the public. Enjoy. For my part, I will celebrate by absorbing an equivalent amount of eggnog and looking forward to seeing paper snowflakes and rotting candy on my neighbor's doorstep until next summer.

The Journal of Justice staff has been running themselves ragged reporting on news, what with every major city-state of Valoran embroiled in one feud or another. However, one of our greatest joys in publishing every issue is reading the mail that comes in from you, our loyal readers.



"Can summoners become champions? And can champions become summoners when not fighting in the League? If so, what sanctions would have to be put in place to make this happen? -- Boogeybeast

There are no restrictions against summoners becoming champions or vice versa. However, to fight on the Fields of Justice requires different capabilities - for champions, extreme physical and magical prowess; for summoners, unrelenting control of esoteric summoning magic in order to establish a complete symbiosis with a champion for the length of a given match. Only the most skilled mages and fighters on Runeterra are accepted into the League, and to achieve such skills at a competitive level requires an absolute dedication to one's craft.

While it would take a contender of exceptional merit to make the transition within the League, it would not be impossible. Given the quality of champion and summoner candidates joining the League lately, it certainly seems inevitable.



"'s affliction with chrono-displasia and his struggle to find a cure is common knowledge by today's standards but little has been said on his current status. Has he made any breakthroughs? Is he recruiting the helpfrom, say, or the Revered Inventor  himself? Since it's considered a disease, would  have any valid input on his case?" -- Summoner Survient

Chrono-displasia is unlike anything that has ever been seen on Runeterra and the magicians in the Institute of War are probably the only ones with the knowledge and magical power necessary to find a cure, which was the reason Zilean initially came to the League of Legends. Zilean has been in constant consult with Ryze and their latest attempt to cure chrono-displasia uses a form of magic similar to that used by summoners on the Fields of Justice. As Zilean is seized with visions from the exact point in time that Urtistan was destroyed, he shares his mind with Ryze, who examines the illusion for anomalies. So far, they have been able to pinpoint distinct pockets of strange energy. They have found that the most powerful and puzzling energy source emits a magical aura that gives off a waveform nearly identical to that of Zilean's own mind. Beyond that, the Journal of Justice staff has no further knowledge but, with Ryze deep in research on the subject, the answer is sure to come soon.



"While summoning the champion during routine matches, this summoner has heard him mention his fondness of long beards and large belt buckles. Other champions seem to share this, such as Zilean,, and ; the latter of which obviously follows a similar trend as Olaf. Has the Journal of Justice witnessed any encounters between the champions?" -- Logan 'Morrowlife' Jacobs, Ionian summoner

Funny that you should ask this question, Morrowlife! Gragas recently invited the Journal of Justice staff down to the Lamplighter Inn in Noxus for a promotional event for his wildly popular brewery. After more rounds of Graggy Ice than would be proper to publish, our beloved bearded champions got into a heated argument about the intricacies of facial hair grooming. The disagreement erupted into a brawl that nearly leveled Noxus' Vexallian Square, only to be abated by the promise of a 'Beard Brawl Bowl' at a later date. Gragas has been petitioning the League to allow the fight on the Fields of Justice, with only bearded or mustached champions in the lineup. Although the League does not have a history of allowing personal grudge matches onto its Fields, perhaps it will make an exception for its highly regarded champions. I imagine that Noxus' commercial district would certainly appreciate staying intact for another decade.


 * -|XII=



The fervor of Ionia's stand for freedom proved to be an unstoppable force two weeks ago, when Ionian summoners crushed the Noxian occupiers in a stunning upset on. This decisive victory allowed Ionia to reclaim its southern provinces from Noxus.

The first kill of the match was a joint effort by Udyr and Ashe, summoned by Guardsman Bob and Frozt. Ashe's arrow met its mark to strike the killing blow on Miss Fortune as she was ambushed in the. Continued Ionian efforts to surprise, summoned by Poisonidon, failed as he evaded the attacks by bearing the pain of several.

and, linked to summoners Vorath and Friend, ferociously pressed the advance in. In response, summoners NeoIllusions and Poruku put up a solid defense with their champions  and. Ionian defenders - guided by summoner Eclipse - and Amumu proved to be an instrumental maelstrom of stuns and damage in every team fight. Summoner Edwy, guiding on the Noxus team, made valiant efforts to halt Ionia's advance, throwing himself into the fray at one point in an attempt to stop the Ionian team from slaying.

During a shocking moment during the match, Summoner Poisonidon's link with Noxian champion Vladimir was lost, causing the battlefield to erupt with confusion. During the interruption, the Ionians respectfully called a halt to the battle until Poisonidon was able to re-link with his champion. The League launched an immediate investigation into whether foul play was at hand with the disconnection but it was ruled that there was no ulterior motive from either side.

In the match’s final moments, Roku, the summoner for Miss Fortune, along with the rest of the Noxian team, mounted a noble last stand against their impending defeat. Miss Fortune exacted revenge for giving up the first kill when she successfully slayed the unstoppable Udyr with help from her team. However, the Noxian defense was ultimately overwhelmed by the zealous Ionians when Soraka led the final push to destroy the nexus in the Noxian base. It was a bittersweet end to the match, with Soraka avenging her poor performance during the original match for Ionia. In the 'Trial for the Isle' seven years ago, Soraka was ruthlessly targeted by and Singed, both having the insult of Soraka's curse of lycanthropy fresh on their minds.

The League unanimously voted Ionian summoner Guardsman Bob and League champion Udyr as the of the match for both their bravery and masterful control of the.

After the battle's conclusion, the victorious summoners were escorted to the Arcanum Vault, which is a holding room for esoteric magical items secured by the League. The Ionian team was presented with two items for entry onto the Fields of Justice. They selected the, an item that grants its wearers and  during battle. The item is moving through the final stages of preparation and will soon be introduced to the Fields of Justice in honor of the victors.

Noxian forces have begun their withdrawal from Ionia's southern provinces, with the citizens of Galrin, Navori, and Shon-Xan erupting in celebration prior to their occupiers vacating completely. These regions have been cut off from the rest of Ionia for 7 years and Ionians from all over the island have descended upon the regions to share food, supplies, and support during a tumultuous withdrawal. Tearful reunions between long-separated families are a common sight throughout Ionia.

Citizens from all over Ionia gathered in droves at the Lotus Gardens. They anxiously awaited the fate of the from the Shojin Monastery, who incited the protest by setting himself aflame. With the match having drawn to a conclusion almost two months to the day since he set himself on fire, the bonsai at the monk's side - a symbol of his remaining life force - had dwindled down to its last two leaves. It was only when the monk was greeted by his sister from the liberated province of Galrin that he allowed the flame to be extinguished. His brethren hastened the monk's blistered body swiftly back to the monastery for treatment. While it was clear that he would survive, the monk had suffered the loss of his eyes along with other severe injuries from the intense heat.

The invasion, occupation, protest, and finally liberation in this long chapter of Ionia's history closes not a moment too soon, with the time of Snowdown now descended upon Valoran. Ionia's liberation is indeed a capstone to a truly monumental year in the world of Runeterra.

, a senior member of the Kalamanda Village Council, was ousted Friday after he was found to be taking bribes from the city-state of Zaun.

An investigation by Kalamanda officials began after a large amount of runes, gems, and techmaturgical devices was found scattered across Reyes' desk late last week. The valuables were found to contain trace amounts of pollutants, and the compositions of these pollutants allowed Kalamanda authorities to trace the valuables' origins to Zaun. Despite Reyes' claims that he was being framed, further investigation revealed that Reyes had been soliciting other council members in an attempt to influence them in Zaun's favor for the exclusive mining agreement currently under consideration in Kalamanda.

As a result of the attempted bribery, the council has ruled to exclude Zaun from the pool of eligible candidates. Mayor Anson Ridley made the following comment regarding the ruling: "We have made it quite clear to all interested parties that Kalamanda is looking for partners who have our best interests in mind. It is obvious now that Zaun has no interest in a considerate, fair, and mutual partnership with our village."

This latest development comes as no surprise to the general populace of Kalamanda. It is well known amongst Runeterrans that both espionage and sabotage are considered business as usual in Zaun.

Kalamanda has been on edge due to the recent influx of city-states striking camp along its borders and the rising tension between the city-states of Demacia and Noxus has been causing the most unease. In an attempt to keep the city-state rivalries in check while ensuring the prosperity of Kalamanda, the council agreed to secure an exclusive mining agreement with a single city-state. Since then, the city-states have been competing vehemently for the contract.

Though Zaun's presence in Kalamanda is relatively small, it is speculated that Zaun is turning the greatest profit due to its rampant usage of techmaturgical devices to extract the precious minerals. Mining devices are being invented and deployed day and night from the Zaunite camp. Much to the concern of the village residents, the environment in the immediate area already shows signs of decay, with a circle of dying and mutated vegetation widening daily around the Zaunite camps. Residents are blaming Zaun's careless usage of toxic chemicals, unsafe magic, and experimental machinery. However, with no formal guidelines in place for camp inhabitants due to the rapid influx of activity within the city, the village finds itself at the mercy of Zaunite operations.

Speculations run rampant that this may harm the viability of Noxus' bid for the exclusive contract, as Noxus and Zaun are well-known allies. The nature in which the bribery was discovered also points to possible involvement from other city-states currently vying for the exclusive contract.

Kalamanda officials are in the process of considering banning Zaun from mining within its borders entirely. A decision is expected within the week.

As usual, this reporter brings you the best behind the scenes coverage of the League of Legends. Today, things certainly heat up with this very spicy edition of the Eye Inside!

'Sports Exposed', Valoran's leading magazine covering the competitive sports of the world, puts out its highly anticipated swimsuit issue once a year. Usually, this fine volume introduces new models to the world while also highlighting the cream of the crop. From time to time, they even have celebrities joining in on the fun.
 * More !

This year's featured celebrity and cover girl is none other than League of Legends champion Morgana, the Fallen Angel! No one saw this coming.

This reporter had the privilege of being on set for one of her photo shoots. It pays to have fans in high places. Morgana was, unsurprisingly, quite forthcoming with whatever was on her mind.

"As I expose myself, I will expose the truth. By showing my scars from war, I show the history of my people. The lies! The tyrants that rule my world will enslave all that is within their grasp. It is only a matter of time before they spill out here into Valoran. If this is the way to get my message out, then so be it."

This reporter stands stunned. Never would I have thought that swimsuit modeling could become a political platform, but Morgana's words have moved me in a way this reporter would originally have found impossible. All while wearing something sheer and purple while smelling of tanning oil. Imagine what she'll do when she gets back to the League!

Not so long ago, this reporter brought to light an embarrassing event that captured Valoran's attention. The beloved and glamorous Janna got caught in a nasty scandal when a dishonest ex-boyfriend leaked private bedroom photos of the Storm.
 * Whoops! Here's !

Despite the best efforts of both Janna's people and the League of Legends public relations crew, these compromising pictures of Janna are still in circulation. As this reporter knows well: once something has been leaked to the world, it stays in the world!

Though Janna's standard battle outfit is rather revealing, polls show that this champion has become a favorite of many with more traditional values. To show the world that she is still worthy of their adoration, Janna has chosen to take on a goodwill tour to help with the poverty-stricken areas of Zaun that she once called home.

Janna had this to say: "As a public figure, I have come to realize that I no longer have a private life. I am undertaking this quest to remind people that I am still the same person they have come to love and support, and to remind myself to be that person in every situation."

All this over a couple lousy lingerie shots? Wow, people, wake up! Get over it! You only wish you looked that good!

The cavalcade of fan communication continues!
 * Dear Mr. Steed



"Greetings, Ram Steed:

''Being my idol and role-model, the elusive jester Shaco and his life interest me greatly. Could it be possible for you to find him and ask for an interview? I'm dying to hear from him! He must have times when he feels like sharing his adventures with someone. Shaco, you're my hero!"''

-- Stimraug



Dying to hear from him? I certainly hope that's a pun! More to the point: I hope that Shaco doesn't read that. He can be so literal sometimes.

Well, brother Stimraug, you have spoken, and this reporter will deliver.

For the next issue, I, Ram Steed, will brave the very depths of insanity, the darkest places of the League of Legends, to get you an exclusive interview with the mysterious and deadly Shaco, the world's first fully-functioning homicidal comic. This may be one of the bravest things I have ever done, for the very idea chills me to the bone, but this reporter is a man of the people. Such a sacrifice is something I am willing to take on without hesitation!

So keep your eye here for the next issue for news on the the Demon Jester (or my obituary). Hopefully the former!

If these be my last words, then let them be the words by which I lived - the Truth will Come out!

If you've got something to say to Ram Steed, mail me personally at the Journal. Some infernal techmaturgical machine will get your message and pass it on to me.

The Ionia-Noxus rematch has generated tremendous excitement from summoners all over Runeterra. In the wake of the match, we would like to congratulate Ionia for their decisive victory over the forces of Noxus. I wonder if we may see some internal changes in the Noxian High Command due to this crushing defeat. And now, to the mail!



"In the most recent Journal of Justice article 'General Du Couteau Vanishes', I noticed that allusions to General Du Couteau's youngest daughter were made. Is it known if  and Cassiopeia are full-blood relatives? Or merely half-sisters?" -- Summoner Gazzi

Unfortunately for Cassiopeia, this is a question that will likely be asked quite a bit going forward. Katarina and Cassiopeia are full-blooded sisters and the General and his wife have been happily married (and faithful) to each other for nearly three decades. Katarina distinguished herself early as the tomboy of the family, embracing a military training regimen while she was still a child. Cassiopeia was noted for her enchanting beauty, and she took on an ambassadorial role until she was... changed. We haven't pressed her with questions surrounding her transformation but it seems safe to say it was at unwelcome (at least initially). Our thoughts go out to the Du Couteau family, as the General's whereabouts remain unknown.



"So... would you be so kind as to tell me something about ' pre-lich life and, perhaps, about his political (or whatever else) ambitions? It is also very interesting to know about Karthus' connection to music, as he is famous for singing some deadly ballads at Howling Marsh, not to mention his nickname. I am sure that official dossier on Karthus doesn't correspond to the true facts that are at the Institute of War's disposal." -- Loyso, Dark Arts researcher

Unfortunately, we don't know much more about the lich than you do. He is something of a recluse and his past isn't a matter of public record. I did pull him aside after a recent League match to see if he would lend any further insight. The answer he gave was as cryptic as his past, though perhaps more illuminating than anything else we've heard:

"In life, there was one worth singing for forever. I have kept my promise, though to some, now the song is not as lovely as it was once meant to be."



"I would like to express my gratitude for the privilege of being able to speak with during the Ionian celebration to celebrate 's induction as a champion of the League. Also, please let him know he doesn't have to be so sour about everything. I mean, in regards to his latest article, I would just like to tell him that there are some things that you just need to enjoy without a hint of a sardonic edge or cynical view." -- Dracorya, Ionian summoner

It brings me a certain joy to forward this sort of feedback to the... eccentric Mr. Briskes. To my great surprise, he furnished me with a response this afternoon:

"Count yourself fortuitous. When the help in the mailroom said I had some mail, I'd assumed it was one of the usual: threats,, or homebrewed explosives, which people seem to think I don't have interns open for me. Thus, the odds of me reading your letter were understandably slim. However, as I stumbled into the office this morning, my arrival was timed in perfect harmony with an updraft that happened to reach the skirt of the same intern I typically have 'quality check' my suspicious packages. This sight put me in just the mood to rifle through a couple missives as opposed to the typical straight-to-fireplace approach I prefer to employ. Your points were well taken. In an earnest attempt to reduce my 'sour', I have deprived my whiskey of it and I must say: it's just fine. Thank you much for the thought and enjoy your time of Snowdown!"


 * -|XIII=



As promised, I, Ram Steed, have braved the very depths of insanity, the darkest places of the League of Legends, to bring you an exclusive interview with the mysterious and deadly, the world's first fully-functioning homicidal comic. Though the idea has chilled me to the very bone, I have searched down many dark alleys to finally find the Demon Jester and convince him to answer the questions that burn in your very souls!

And he agreed. Ten questions. No more, no less.

I go now, hoping that this will be the illuminating experience we all wish... and not my obituary.

Wish me luck.


 * 10 Questions with Shaco



"Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Shaco. It's an honor."

[Sits quietly. Grins. Cleans fingernails with sharp-looking stiletto.]

"Okay, then. Let's start with something everyone wants to know. Where did you come from?"

"I am not from this world. Your summoners brought me forth from a world of shadows, a place that makes your Runeterra look like a child's birthday party. Isn't that one of the stories? Or perhaps I am simply an assassin gone wrong, wandering Runeterra and perpetrating my Killing Joke on those who are most assured to get the punchline. That is another exciting tale of my origins."

[Shaco carves one hash into the wooden table with his stiletto.]

"There are those who believe you to be the manifestation of humanity's dark urges. In the Runeterra of today, that is not out of the question. What do you have to say to that?"

"Would you like me to be? Would that make you feel better about the part of you that thrills at the lives I end? [pause] Like a magician, I never reveal my secrets."

[Shaco carves another hash into the wooden table with his stiletto.]

"Could you tell us what your childhood was like?"

"I'm still a child. On the inside. Can't you tell? I love to play."

"Your name is an anagram of 'chaos'. Is that intentional?"

"A Shaco by any other name would still spill blood. Intentional or not, it fits, no?"

[Shaco carves a third and fourth hash into the wooden table with his stiletto.]

"There are some people who regard you as a role-model. What do you think of this?"

"I don't like competition."

[A fifth hash is carved.]

"You seem to have developed a following with the ladies. How has that changed your life?"

"I'm an equal opportunity killer. You could say I go both ways."

[Shaco carves a sixth hash into the wooden table with his stiletto.]

"You definitely have your very own finely crafted sense of humor. What's your favorite joke these days?"

"What do people and books have in common? Wherever they're opened, they're red."

[Shaco chuckles and carves a seventh hash.]

"Your enigmatic nature is part of your appeal for many people. However, do you have one great adventure you could share?"

"Once upon a time, there was a fancy noble in the city-state of Noxus. He was a wretched man, the kind of person that had done nearly ever underhanded thing of which one can think. However, he was an indulgent husband and father. He was someone who would appreciate the punchline, so it was obvious that he needed my Killing Joke. First, I tickled his wife's funny bone. She split open with laughter. Then, I took his oldest son for a romp on the merry-go-round. He loved it so much he never wanted to leave. Then, I delivered  as presents to his youngest daughter and infant son. 'Pop!' went the Shaco, fondly finding his way deep into their hearts. The noble himself? No joy for him. However, certainly did get the punchline."

"What happened to him?"

"He tried to play on a rope swing using his own neck."

[The Demon Jester breaks out into maniacal laughter. It takes him a few minutes to calm down. Ram shifts uncomfortably.]

"Two left. Better make them good."

"The legal gray areas that surround the League of Legends have given you the ability to function openly and even become a celebrity. However, you are wanted for murder by the authorities in nearly every city-state in Valoran. How do you reconcile the two seemingly at odds lifestyles?"

[A menace grows in his eyes.] "I don't like the authorities and I don't think I like that question."

[Ram barely keeps himself in his chair.]

"Umm... okay... moving on. Last question, then. There are claims that a high-ranking member of the League has established a relationship with you and that you've been seen together on a number of occasions. Can you confirm or deny this?"

[Shaco stares. He stands up slowly, stiletto in hand.]

"Why so serious?"



Ram Steed was found two blocks from where he conducted this interview. He had been stabbed multiple times, the stiletto sticking out of his chest with a note that read: "An eye inside Ram Steed." He was immediately rushed to the nearest healer. Given the severity of his wounds, he has not yet regained consciousness and indeed may not. Our thoughts are with him.
 * Note from the Editor:

We will keep you apprised of his condition. In the meantime, please send any well wishes to the usual place and we will make sure that his friends and family receive them.

Relations between Bandle City and Bilgewater have always been a bit dodgy - mostly on account of a few bad apples that really ought not to be flying our proud colors high. Of course, after this last little tiff, it's unlikely I'll be making my seasonal deliveries simply on account of my particular anchorage.

Here's the chant. A barmy bloke by the name of Tiresias Ellington decided that he ought to be captain of a little vessel called the Annabelle Nidalee. Trouble is, this sloop already had a guvnor, and not one you'd want to trifle with at that. You see, Mad Jack Foulweather had been a terror of the high seas for over 20 years. It's been said that he once stared down the late, great Captain Vincent - father of the famed pirate - after a dispute following a game of Liar's Dice! It's been said he once killed a man with nothing but a teacup after the poor bloke snatched the last biscuit at brunch! It's been said he once hung a man from the yardarm just for implying that he looked a bit dandy in stripes!

But I digress. Suffice to say, the Old Captain wasn't about to take this one lying down. When he saw those mutants coming, he barricaded himself up in the crew's mess. Ellington lost nearly twenty hands trying to make it through the door and nab Old Jack. Not a bad showing for a sailor coming up fast on being middle-aged, if I do say so myself. So after this little scuffle, Ellington managed to carry Foulweather up on deck and tip him over into the briny. Of course, by this time, old Jack had set fire to the Annabelle's store of Myron's Dark Rum!

So there he was - Tiresias Ellington, Captain of the Annabelle Nidalee; leader of a gaggle of scurvy mutineers with not a drop of grog to his name. As you can imagine, this left the New Old Captain of the Annie in a bit of a pinch. After all, there's nary a worse fate to befall anyone far from port than for the rum to run dry. So what does the blighter do? He decides he ought to nip booze off the next vessel that passes between him and the horizon.

Now, if it'd been any other vessel, maybe that would've been fine. Maybe it would have been nothing to write home about, let alone an article in the premier news publication for the whole of Valoran. What makes this particular happenstance newsworthy is just who Ellington happened to rip off. As serendipity would have it, this was a yordle ship, and not just any yordle ship. This particular merchant vessel was on her way to Demacia for a lovely bit of pompous circumstance.

Not that that mattered to Ellington in even the slightest. You see, after he's put the yordle crew off in the lifeboats, he and his men took to sacking the place looking for the ship's stock of booze. And what should they find after tossing a few crates of streamers and party hats overboard but a hold full of fine Red Rocket Ale and Mothership Porter, some of the finest brews in all of Valoran.

Trouble is, this wasn't just any beer tanker. This particular shipment was on its way to a celebration commemorating Poppy, the Iron Ambassador's appointment to service as envoy between Demacia and the yordles. And the shorties weren't exactly planning on letting this little incident go. A special task force of Bandle City Scouts and Megling Commandos, led by none other than League champions  and  themselves, was dispatched forthwith to see to the situation.

Of course, on overtaking the Annabel Nidalee, what should this formidable fighting force find but a pack of drunkards too off it to even notice a warship coming up off their starboard? Unfortunately, by this time, their merchandise had either been imbibed or tossed over into the ocean, rendering the yordles more than a little sour at their captives. They're currently appealing to the League of Legends to solicit reparations from Bilgewater for the loss of the goods along with spoiling their anniversary plans. Bilgewater's stance, of course, is that they aren't responsible for the actions of a few independent sailors.

After a lengthy evaluation, the League has begun renovations on. Crews of yordles and humans alike are being commissioned to analyze and improve every inch of the battlefield, including re-landscaping and improving encampments for indigenous creatures.

This move comes following a growing list of complaints from high profile champions over past months. The discontent began last August with, who expressed frustration in the adjudication wings after a particularly tough battle: "Justice cannot be served from tired and limp foliage. The brush is just not as springy and lush as it used to be."

Since Garen's remarks, several other champions have filed official requests for evaluations of everything from the way that the light illuminates the battleground to personal wardrobes. "With my new, lately some have mistaken me for ", says League champion and Seneschal of Demacia. "I need the look of my armaments to make it clear that I'm not anything like that arrogant barbarian."

Despite the increasing number of complaints, there is little actual evidence of deterioration shown by recent surveys. The magical properties that regenerate Summoner's Rift over time do not appear to be diminishing.

Geoffery Ju, Master Summoner in charge of battle arena preservation and improvement, made this statement: "It's all troll dung. The magical foundations that preserve the Fields are bloody perfect. I put them there myself! Any perception of wear and tear is nothing but that, perception - and false, to boot."

He further commented: "I do know that even yonkeys get tired of plodding the same road over and over. Therefore, I am personally coordinating a full renovation of not only the Fields themselves, but an updated style for our champions as well. Kids want shiny, we'll give 'em shiny."

This statement from Ju was the critical endorsement linchpin that spurred action among Summoner's Rift groundskeepers. In addition, the announcement of an upgrade to champion wardrobes is a welcome surprise to many fans. The champions have been excitedly visiting the Institute of War to undergo fitting for new gear and clothing.

"The League giving everyone makeovers is truly exciting", commented, the Gem Knight, after emerging from the League tailor shop. "We've all been abiding to last season's fashion like it's a law somewhere. Red is clearly out. It's now ruby for vigor!"

Also, rumors have leaked from some sources close to the project that new League employees are being hired to take over the weapons shop.

Ju commented regarding the new hires: "Do you ever have those jobs where there is that guy who has been there forever and you're not sure what he really does anymore? That's the way we feel about our current shopkeeper - which is why we're gonna move his desk over to weapons storage. Now, the new couple coming in is adorable and I'm sure the champions will love 'em."

No word yet on who the newcomers are.

With the memory of the great Ionia-Noxus rematch fading from the forefront of our minds, we return once again to the mailbag to see what summoners have on their minds now.



"Has there been any investigation as to if is the victim of a Noxian experiment in necromancy, perhaps hidden in a lab in the  Shurima Desert? If so, it would appear to have failed seeing as how Amumu is not in the least bit evil. Is there any hope of finding out his past?" -- Xulsigae

This is interesting speculation, Xulsigae, although I have some reason to believe that Noxus would view it as an 'unfounded accusation'. To date, no investigation has been undertaken on Noxian soil pertaining to Amumu's origins. It's possible that there may be something in the Shurima Desert, but it is a vast desert that's difficult to cover and extremely dangerous to travel through. The League discourages civilians from venturing south of the Great Barrier, as entire platoons of soldiers have been lost on expeditions there.

Regarding hope for discovering his past, I thought the best answer would come from Amumu himself:

"Of course I have hope; otherwise, I never would have found my way out of that pyramid. I'm still looking and many people have helped me in more ways than I can count. I'm so grateful! One day I'll find my parents, I know it. I just hope that when I find them, they will still want me."



"Recent rumors spreading around Freljord claim that a tall large warrior with a spear, who appears to be Pantheon, climbs up to the Queen's chamber during the night. Could this be a possible affair between the Frost Archer and the Artisan of War? If so, what could the future hold for both of them, her husband, and her kingdom if an heir is produced not of King 's blood?" -- Guiden

These sound like the typical baseless rumors which unerringly occur after a political marriage. Queen actually spends most of her time traveling on diplomatic missions or on the Fields of Justice. If such a mysterious warrior has been seen in Freljord, he would likely be climbing up to an empty bed. However, the greatest evidence that this is fiction is the fact that we all know Pantheon is perfectly capable of onto the balcony with a single leap; no climbing necessary.



"Watching many matches, the legendary presence has confused me. The creature is far more powerful than the average champion, to the point where it seems hard to believe he could simply be created by summoning magic as  minions are. Is Nashor truly a construct or is he something else entirely? If he isn't a construct, how has the League enlisted the aid of such a powerful and awe-inspiring creature?" -- Milski

The many neutral monsters on the Fields of Justice are constructs inspired by real creatures from Runeterra. The Baron Nashor you see on the map is actually an incomplete facsimile of the true Baron Nashor, who is now the subject of myth and legend. The story goes that Baron Nashor was a ferocious worm that ruled the Serpentine River, which flows through Summoner's Rift. He was such a fearsome and powerful beast that even the armies of Demacia and Noxus steered clear of the river, unwilling to chance an encounter with Baron.

When Summoner's Rift was constructed, Baron vanished, leaving no conclusive evidence as to where he went or why he left in the first place. Obviously, the rumor mill has churned out many explanations, but all we know for sure is that the Senior Arcane Architect for the Summoner's Rift arena was said to have crafted the version you see today from no more than a molted scale and interviews with those who had seen the beast and lived.


 * -|XIV=



An earthquake rocked the village of Kalamanda yesterday evening, causing the collapse of a mithril mine and trapping twelve Demacian miners underground. Rescue efforts began shortly after the mine caved in, though no announcement of progress has been made by the village. No other damage in Kalamanda was reported.

The collapse occurred during the early morning work shift at the #1 Loadstone Mining Consortium (LMC) mine, which is the site of Demacia’s primary mineral extraction operation in Kalamanda. Reports from miners who narrowly avoided the accident indicate that there was initially a low rumble that rapidly grew louder emanating from deep within the mine. Shortly after the rumbling started, the main mine shaft began to shake and it eventually collapsed. The fates of the twelve miners still trapped underground remain unknown.

The tremor also released huge pockets of magical energy into the atmosphere, prompting immediate concern that the area is rapidly becoming unstable. League officials descended upon Kalamanda en masse, studying the causes and effects of the catastrophe. Finger pointing began immediately across Valoran; rumors that the quake was caused by the rampant influx of unregulated mining operations and environmentally unsafe mining practices by  Zaun have been raised, along with wilder accusations that the quake was deliberately triggered.

The Loadstone Mining Consortium is a mining company owned in part by the Demacian royal family. It had just conducted safety inspections of all its facilities in Kalamanda before yesterday's events. "There is no reason whatsoever that the #1 mine should have collapsed at all", commented Winston Garnersham, chief overseer of the LMC's Kalamanda operations. "Although the earthquake was unpredictable, the magnitude of the shock was not great enough to cause a collapse. That mine checked out across the board; were it even remotely unsafe, we would have shut it down. We are not in the business of risking the lives of our employees for profit."

The League has offered assistance to Demacia in its rescue efforts, as have the small contingencies of Piltover and  Ionia. Help has even been offered by the Noxian delegation in Kalamanda - a surprising move considering the animosity between Demacia and Noxus in recent years.

, champion of the League and the Noxian High Command's representative in Kalamanda, issued the following statement in light of the accident: "Our well-wishes go out to the miners who are currently fighting for their lives in the collapsed Loadstone mine. Such business is dangerous, especially when companies may be tempted to risk the lives of others in unsafe working environments. In the future, Noxus would be willing to share the expert safety practices of Noxian mining operations with the other city-states working in Kalamanda."

The vast mineral wealth uncovered last year in Kalamanda has been steadily exploited by city-states and independent miners alike. Demacia and Noxus are the two city-states with the largest presence in Kalamanda, with both setting up military outposts near the village. The village's elders have stated, in no uncertain terms, that they are looking to establish an exclusive contract with a single city-state for future mineral exploitation, though no final decision has been made in that regard. Both Demacia and Noxus are thought to be the leading contenders for securing exclusive mining rights in Kalamanda.

League champion is on the run after a failed attempt to prevent a sacrificial ritual, resulting in a major blackout within Zaun. According to witnesses, he discharged Void energy in an attempt to save a young woman from being sacrificed at the hands of fellow League champion. The energy was sucked into a hexvein conduit feeding into the nexus powering the southern district, causing extensive damage that will take Zaunite techmaturgical crews several days to repair.

Malzahar's presence in Zaun attests to the existence of a growing subculture of Void worshippers. The self-proclaimed 'prophet' is still met with intense skepticism, however, with Valoranian leadership equating his bodements to nattering gossip.

Despite his extremist views, Malzahar has found an audience. He appeared in Zaun's southern district this morning with several hundred cultist followers, chanting in an unknown dialect. The gathering quickly escalated into a rally of both Void worshippers and protesters alike, with the Prophet floating above a hexvein power node in the center of the crowd. Onlookers say the group soon carried a bound young woman out to Malzahar, over whom he initiated a sacrificial spell and caused his dagger to magically levitate above her.

It was at that moment that Kassadin abruptly materialized, dressed in full League regalia. He activated his sword and pointed it at Malzahar. A participant at the event, who refused to give his name, recorded the exchange between the champions. We transcribed a portion of it:



[Pulsing sound followed by shuffling and startled screams]

"Malzahar! Get away from her! She is not yours!"

"Brother! Enlightened Walker of the Path! Join us!"

"Don't patronize me, mage! You threaten the balance! Let her go!"

[Another pulse sound, a woman's scream, and a small explosion]

"See what you've done! This is your doing!"

"No!"

[Static]



Our source described what happened: "It all happened very fast. Kassadin appeared just like Malzahar said he would. The blast that Kassadin sent toward the Prophet seemed to pull itself to the dagger instead. When it hit, the dagger glowed and cut a hole open into the air. Like lightning, a shadow grabbed the woman and dragged her in. She disappeared! The explosion as the hole closed was what destroyed that power node."

Reports say the Void energy explosion was not large but the close proximity of the power node caused it to absorb the majority of the blast. A purple glow flowed down the conduit, causing fluctuations as it reached the nexus.

Zaun Security Supervisor, Rhoman Plath, made a statement soon after:

"Void Cultists are a crock, to be frank. We will be looking into the incident but, sadly, the death of one person is not news here in Zaun. We are in pursuit of Kassadin, seeing as he is the culprit behind the blackout. Unfortunately, as my men have informed me, he is nearly impossible to catch, so we hope he will come forward of his own volition. As for the victim's identity, our initial investigation has suggested that this woman may, in fact, be Kassadin's ."

League champion publicly unveiled her new record-breaking zeppelin at Piltover's 16th annual Festival of Flight. While it is difficult to classify any dirigible as small (with the usual dimensions far exceeding that of many of Demacia's great spires), the appropriately named 'Tailwind' aircraft has a record-breaking length of 27 meters and strikes an impressive profile with its gleaming gold-trimmed wingspan. It steals the title of smallest operating airship from Zaun's prized 'Lead Zeppelin', which measures in at 39 meters.

Not only is Tailwind the first zeppelin to meet such small size constraints, but it also pioneers the utilization of Piltovan chrono-technology. The new prototype 'chrono-propeller' engine, which has received tremendous design contributions from fellow League champion, is rumored to manipulate time itself to reach speeds that would otherwise be impossible under Valoran's constantly changing atmospheric conditions. Piltover scientists offered very little information on the specifics of the design but they did comment that it would be decades before the technology was perfected, and also that they are grateful for Janna's participation in testing the new design.

Tensions between Piltover and Zaun have renewed as the first race marking the beginning of the annual Techmaturgical Conference draws near. The city of Zaun, having been named victor of the symbolic event for the last four years running, showed a great deal of trepidation towards the upcoming match after the unveiling of Piltover's new secret weapon. The Tailwind will be piloted in the race by Janna, who was once one of Zaun's most promising mage talents before defecting from the city-state several years ago.

The starting point for this year's race will be in Piltover, lending a greater advantage to the City of Progress. The course will direct the contestants to Zaun, where they will then circle the entire perimeter of the city before returning to the docking pier at the top of Piltover's central spire. It is commonplace for the victorious city to celebrate for several days before returning to its normal functions, and it is said that the last Piltovan victory celebration was so loud that the cheers could be heard from within the walls of its rival city.

As Runeterrans settle into the 21st year of the Common League Era, we look proudly toward the beginning of the third decade since the League's origination. It seems we've been afforded the luxury to take for granted a world without war raging across its lands. How soon since we faced the brink of annihilation can our concerns surround the day-to-day affairs of our favorite celebrities, the champions of the League of Legends.



"Two champions bring me the most inquiries when I do happen to go about town, including from myself. The League has many oddities, but the most odd indeed are and, by far the youngest champions I have seen or, in Amumu's case, youngest upon death/undeath. I was wondering if these two interact on a regular basis, both being children?" -- Krallna

As two champions known for their terrifying raw power on the Fields of Justice, Annie and Amumu have surprisingly genteel demeanors in their daily lives. I figured it best to take your query straight to Annie, as Amumu is currently visiting Bandle City to be re-bandaged:

"Amumu is my favorite champion. He's never mean, like some of the others, and he is always willing to make friends. We play sometimes after matches. I like him very much. I hope he likes me too! I guess everyone thinks he's gross because he's undead, but they never say that in front of ."



"With the recent liberated provinces of Ionia, many Ionians, champions, and summoners have breathed a sigh of relief that Ionia is once again whole. Being a role model to me, I was wondering if would be willing to comment his thoughts on the recent liberation of the Ionian provinces?" -- J. R. Kishi, Ionian summoner

As homage to, who we are very happy to have with us still, following his ordeal with , I'm happy to bring you this response straight from the source - Master Yi:

"The path to enlightenment is littered with trials and it is in these times when we may discover who we truly are. To a warrior, however, relief is an emotion as distracting as panic. Noxian or otherwise, the forces we now face have ebbed but, just as the tide, they will flow again."



"I have spent many fights where I have decided to summon as my champion. After spending so long with this great warrior, I had to start wondering if he has ever tried to contact others of his race or vice versa. I hope he can find a home someday, and would even like to see more of his savage-yet-noble kind in the League." -- Summoner IronThane

Despite his fame and hulking physique, Alistar avoids the spotlight quite effectively. I was only able to borrow a couple moments of his time in the Adjudication Wings after a match before he set out from the Institute in quite a hurry:

"The minotaurs of the Great Barrier live on, that's enough. I cannot contact them for fear that Noxian agents will follow me. For now, I worry only for the minotaurs still imprisoned in Noxian camps. I hope that their will remains unbroken. Like the Ionians, we will one day show Noxus how powerful the spirit of the minotaur tribes can be."


 * -|XV=



It's not often that I am the deliverer of breaking news. I prefer to leave the 'Johnny-on-the-scene' shtick to the younger lot, whose wisdom is trumped by naïveté. Mind you, I don't mean to downplay their efforts. After all, it is upon their broken, labored backs that my salary is generated. For that, the martini of my indifference is garnished with a modest olive of unspoken appreciation. (Those of you who would assert that vermouth would have made for a stronger metaphor have no business partaking of any beverage not distilled in a bathtub.)

Digression aside, it so happened that while most diligent young reporters were out 'pounding the streets' or 'keeping noses to grindstones' (or whatever hackneyed jargon the kids are peddling these days), I was attending a match on the. I'd nestled myself in the corner of the VIP area amongst a throng of noisy summoners who spent the better part of the pre-game festivities expounding the virtues of self-importance. Fortunately, they were preoccupied enough to afford me some privacy, a thing as rare and cherished as the overpriced hot dog I purchased from the Arena stands.

The match began as one would expect, with champions from Piltover and  Zaun exchanging tiresome banter and moody glares. The action was painfully dull. I'd just risen to make an early exit when the crowd around me stood in unison to a chorus of gasps and shrieks. When I turned, what I beheld was something truly odd. A, part of the scenery, had suddenly become quite mobile. The champions, despite often being privy to sights which would cow or at least startle the average man, seemed to be in an equal state of shock. The collectively dropped jaw of all onlookers fell lower still as the rampaging arbor slew all six champions on the map.

His techniques were quite unusual. He was able to coax life into saplings, which he then hurled at his opponents, and which themselves attacked once they landed. All the while - as though walking were an insignificant evolution - the tree was talking! Unfortunately, perhaps too quickly adopting the common demeanor, he was whining incessantly about the recklessness of magic and the tragedy of upsetting nature. I admit that I have previously allowed myself to muse on the topic of sentient plants but never once had I envisioned them so eager to return to the drudgery of stillness and the eventual promise of fueling a fire, stabilizing a cart, or housing rodents.

Although the plants of my musings also didn't single-handedly dispatch a sextet of world-class combatants. Hmmm.

The rowdy band of summoners who had besieged my ears since I arrived did prove of some use in suppressing the plant. Descending to the Field, they managed to overwhelm it with magic, though I'm sure it would have surrendered voluntarily if exposed to their incessant conversation. One Noxian summoner even saw fit to destroy the poor tree but he was restrained by the others - a sideshow far more entertaining than the match.

The tree was quickly whisked away to receive the League's patented poking and prodding, and I departed quickly while others lingered to discuss how they suddenly found something worth discussing. I later learned that a lowly minion summoner had given the earliest warning, stating that one of the nexuses seemed to destabilize for a moment just before the old oak made his debut. The League has issued assurances that the nexus has been examined and is thoroughly unlikely to explode, animate further flora, or otherwise kill you in your sleep.

All in all, the night will remain in my memory as one marked by a lack of disappointment (though it withers next to the teeth-clenched, vein-popped expression on face when he was forced to request that I write this article).

As you have already noticed, I am not Ram Steed.

Ram still lies unconscious on his bed at the Mercy Sanitarium in Demacia. The injuries he suffered at the hands of the Demon Jester,, have healed, but he still hasn't woken up. It's as if the deep stab wounds have ruptured his very will to live. Some days, it seems as if his restless spirit longs to come back into this world. On others, it seems as if it is ready to leave. Fortunately, those close to him have not left his side during this ordeal. Hopefully there is something in him that feels that love and wants to come back to it.

This is a man who is willing to suffer for his journalistic integrity. Fans asked him to find and interview Shaco and, despite knowing the risks, Ram would not stop until he had that interview. There are many who claim that he is nothing more than a glorified gossip columnist (and those that say even worse), but Ram Steed is the kind of reporter that has proven that he is willing to put his life on the line for the people.

Reporting on the comings and goings of the League's champions seems insignificant right now. I'm quite certain that I couldn't do Ram Steed's column justice, so I won't even try. Instead, let's look at some of the letters of support that we've received regarding this tragedy.



"Speedy recovery, Steed. I wish you all the best! Oh, and I hope you don't believe that a voluntary interview with Shaco qualifies for our wager about who would be shanked first." -- 



"That Shaco's barmier than a sailor in love with a sea cow! Best from all your mates down in Bilgewater!" -- '''Cpt. '''



"I think the universe has a way of setting itself right. Ram's interview is the perfect example of that." -- 



"" -- Vanwoot



"It seems like, in your interview with Shaco, instead of asking 10 questions, you asked 11 questions. This could've lead to Shaco stabbing you 'cause of it." -- RyKen BD



"Ram Steed, Ram Steed, Ram Steed. Such a pity you may have missed the punchline. But fair chance, I say, since chance you played. For did you merely expect a judicator of death to give you anything less than what you should expect? Haha! Haha!" 

-- Gundamwing



''"You have interviewed Shaco, as requested by Stimraug, and now, it seems, you may have to pay with your life. Be strong and hold on to life! Without you, the Journal of Justice wouldn't be half as good.

I have been following the Journal for a while now. I look forward to every new issue, and now Shaco attempts to murder you? I hope that the summoners of Valoran will stop summoning Shaco in the future.

People who do should be banished from Runeterra. I am certain that Shaco will receive his just punishment.

Thank you for doing what you do for the readers of the Journal of Justice. Be well soon!"''

-- Lymdil, Noxian summoner



''"Be brave, Ram Steed!

You had the guts to do what millions of others will never dare, and this is why this informant position is yours! I sincerely hope that, when you recover, you will be properly rewarded for your good and dedicated services to the League of Legends! I wish you a quick recovery and hope you will return as soon as possible."''

-- Emporio nonov



"Hey, Ram... if you survive after your recent interview with Shaco, you should send him a letter to thank him for stabbing you nearly to death. Everyone knows that the ladies dig scars... "

-- DaddyGee

Efforts to repair the road outside the Eastern Victory Gates began today in Demacia after a magical explosion blew open a crater late last week. The blast reportedly came from an overburdened rocket-cart operated by League champion Heimerdinger as he drove away from the famous Demacian monument.

According to Demacia Security Captain Dolan Bladewalker, Heimerdinger was given special permission to leave the city only minutes before the blast. "As part of Demacian security regulations, city entrance checkpoints are outfitted with Piltovan Techmaturgical Sensors", he said in an interview with the Journal of Justice. "Heimerdinger's cart spiked off the charts! happened to be there as part of a security checkpoint inspection, and he volunteered to escort Heimerdinger out as fast as possible."

Witnesses say that Galio accompanied Heimerdinger 300 meters down the road leading east from Demacia when the vehicle began to emit smoke and a high-pitched whistling sound. The Revered Inventor waved his arms and leaped from the vehicle as Galio immediately shepherded away several pedestrians who were walking past. The explosion occurred minutes later, blowing open a hole in the ground that spanned the entire width of the road. No injuries were reported.

Demacian authorities say that Heimerdinger's construction team was given permission to assist with the repairs as part of his commitment to maintaining good relations with the city-state. A group of yordles wearing the logo of Piltover Customs, Heimerdinger's workshop, on their suits appeared on the scene yesterday. and Heimerdinger were assessing the damage with Demacian surveyors when they arrived.

Heimerdinger made a statement soon after the event: "Months of experiments wasted! The techmaturgical frequencies emitted by that security checkpoint clearly conflicted with the delicate forces enchanting my new DOOM machine! However, I absolutely apologize for the destruction."

The inventor continued on to explain why he was building a 'doom' machine in Demacia: "Demacia is located next to that act as naturally inverted energy capacitors. They suck the magic right out of you! Anywhere else, I'd have to artificially simulate the process. Naturally, I set up a workshop in Demacia to expedite my work. It was when the explosive properties of my experiment became apparent that I decided it was best to take it out of the city. By the way, it isn't 'doom machine'; it's DOOM machine - or 'Drain out of Mana' machine."

Luxanna Crownguard made a follow-up statement about the event: "We've had our differences on the League battlefield at times but Heimerdinger is always welcome in our city. If he wants to continue his experiments, however, we ask that he clear it with Demacian officials first."

The yordle maintenance team is expected to finish repairs by the coming weekend with the assistance of Demacian road workers.

When asked if he planned to restart his experiment, Heimerdinger replied: "Perhaps sometime in the future. Unfortunately, this work has already taken much of my time and I must be off to research a new idea: how to turn the lights off with magic!"

Too often, I feel I must take this opportunity to send my thoughts out to those suffering in the world. I've even been told that there will never be an end to pain and that I ought to consider favoring more pleasant topics. However, I firmly believe that the road to a better society is paved with empathy, diligence, and the pursuit of truth, be it beautiful or ugly. These are the qualities I strive to promote in the Journal of Justice and its staff. With this said, our thoughts go out to the families of the Demacian miners trapped in Kalamanda. We wish for nothing more than their safe return.



"Is there any way to recover 's voice? Every time I summon her, she talks to me in my head and I find her voice very lovable. I was wondering if there was any way to help her?" -- Summoner Anybody

Since her rise to fame, many doctors and mages have offered to help Sona recover her voice. Some have even taken steps to determine the cause of her mutism through divination, although to no avail. Sona has always maintained the same stance on the issue: anything she wants to say can be expressed through her instrument. In fact, she has written that the most wonderful part of conversing through her music is that the true meaning is never lost or misinterpreted, as can sometimes happen with words. On more than one occasion, she has stated that her mutism is both a gift and a defining aspect of her character.



"I am a simple summoner with a huge problem: I have a crush on . Why is this a problem? Well, I am a Noxian and this star-crossed romance is not meant to be. So my real question is to Irelia: if I were to switch sides... could we maybe go on a date or something?" -- Logano

Well, the ladies of the League are certainly no strangers to admirers and, typically, these sorts of questions go unanswered. However, I happened to run into Irelia and I mentioned your letter in passing. She requested that I publish a response:

"Dear Logano, I'm flattered that you would voice your feelings and that you look beyond the outdated cultural barriers between our city-states. I would never ask a person to betray their beliefs or loyalties for me. I have suffered greatly at the hands of certain Noxians but no person is defined by their banner, only by the choices he or she makes. This said, I must confess that my heart is taken. By who? That will be my little secret, at least until I’m caught by Mr. Steed."



"Although the has sustained several injuries, I would like to know if there is news of his recovery. Was he able to regain his eyesight or does he have new 'methods' of seeing the world? Has his recovery been rapid or is there still room to go? I understand that his fellow monks are skilled in healing martial arts, but details would be nice." -- ChonC

The monks of the Shojin monastery have actually kept very tight-lipped about the whole affair. The monk who immolated himself has been sealed away since the event. Though I haven't been able to get distinct details, I'm led to believe that he has not gotten his vision back. Publicly, all he has stated is the following: "The only vision I sought was one of a free Ionia. That I live to 'see' it is more glorious than anything my eyes ever beheld." Beyond that, I do know that his health is stable, and there are rumors that he learned something during his dramatic protest that has changed him, although the story gets fuzzy beyond that.


 * -|XVI=



The twelve Demacian miners trapped underground following a mine collapse last month in Kalamanda Village have been rescued. Though weakened after being buried underground for nearly a month, all twelve miners emerged in high spirits.

The cave-in occurred at the #1 Loadstone Mining Consortium on January 25th at the site of Demacia's primary mineral extraction operation in Kalamanda. Rescuers have been working around the clock to reach the trapped miners. During the recovery operation, Demacia accepted help from Piltover and  Ionia and even put aside its historical animosity to accept Noxian aid.

However, during the excavation, the temporary peace was shattered when a troubling piece of evidence was discovered, suggesting that the cause of the mine collapse was man-made. The body of a Noxian soldier was recovered underground approximately one kilometer east of the trapped miners, where geologists had estimated the initial fault point of the collapse. The soldier was surrounded by various Noxian arcano-seismic charges and he appeared to have been caught unexpectedly by the cave-in after the charges were detonated. An official investigation was immediately launched, with Kalamanda and League officials working in conjunction to scrutinize this potentially cataclysmic breach in the League code. Tensions at the rescue site nearly caused a fight to break out, but the Noxian rescuers lending aid withdrew swiftly in order to avoid conflict.

Although the investigation has not reached an official conclusion, the Kalamanda Village Council made the immediate ruling to grant Demacia the highly-coveted exclusive mining contract. It establishes a permanent partnership between Kalamanda and Demacia, bestowing the city-state with exclusive extraction rights of all minerals within Kalamanda's lands. In return, Demacia commits mining resources and opens a direct trade route to Kalamanda, effectively making Kalamanda one of its incontiguous provinces. Effective immediately, all independent and city-state affiliated mining parties must cease activity and withdraw all mining operations from the village's boundaries.

A formal ceremony in the courtyard of Kalamanda's Seat of the Elders will be held in the coming weeks, with Mayor Anson Ridley making the formal announcement of partnership with Demacia. A delegation of Demacian officials will be in attendance, helmed by the King of Demacia himself, Jarvan Lightshield the Third.

Yordle scientists are studying the fossilized remains of what has been determined to be a cupcake recovered from the famed 'Mothership' of Bandle City. Beardly Kittle, a local tinkerer, made the discovery over the weekend when he fell from unstable scaffolding.

"I'm lucky I had my safety line!" Kittle said in a press conference on Sunday afternoon. "The walkway just fell away beneath me. I must've fallen at least fifteen feet before my line ended and I crashed into the side of the ship. When I came to, there was a loose panel with some lights flashing inside. I reached in to see if I could feel what it was. Just then, I heard a 'ding!' and a stone fell into my hand!"

Other witnesses claimed to see lights flashing across the ship for a few seconds just after Kittle had fallen earlier that morning. A large crowd gathered almost instantly after the event, but it was several hours before an agreement could be reached on how to get him down.

Bandle City Mayor Dennison Jadefellow authorized a scientific study for both the stone in Kittle's possession and the Mothership itself. The Journal of Justice was able to gain an exclusive analysis of the results:

"The 'stone' specimen is, in fact, a petrified cupcake", says lead scientist Margie Grunbean. "As you can see, it has a porous cake layer covered by a hardened shell of frosting, and a rock-solid cherry attached at its top. It certainly isn't edible now. I can only guess what sorts of preservatives they must have put in the thing to make it do this."

When asked about the Mothership, Grunbean was less conclusive: "I haven't the faintest idea of how it happened. We even tried stringing someone up there to do the same thing that Kittle did. Poor Smeed is bruised to high heaven after bashing himself into the side of it all afternoon - and nothing happened! We are continuing to investigate but, so far, it doesn't look like the Mothership will be turning on anytime soon."

The Bandle City Mothership, a hulking, unfinished rocketship that sits above the city center, is a cultural icon for yordles across Runeterra. There are no records that say where it came from, but oral histories declare that it was there before the first yordles came to settle the Ruddynip Valley (where modern day Bandle City is now located). Yordle society is unified around the concept of 'getting it ready' or restoring the dilapidated structure as a symbol of cooperation. Unfortunately, actual cooperation ends with a hodgepodge of several unfinished projects littering the site and ongoing debate over what should be done next.

The discovery has awakened unified celebration in Bandle City for the time being, however, with Mayor Jadefellow declaring a city-state holiday on Friday.

Local civic groups are being asked to prepare a parade in honor of Kittle and his cupcake.

My name is Ram Steed and I am back from the dead.

As many of you know, I recently met the blade end of 's Killing Joke. Seeking out the elusive homicidal jester at the behest of the people, I was brutally and repeatedly stabbed and left for dead. The experience was excruciating, to say the least, though I will wear my scars with pride.

However, as we all know, the healing arts of Valoran are beyond most such injuries. Once found, clinging desperately to the last threads of life, my wounds were quickly managed and my condition stabilized. But awaken I did not, for the wounds were far more than simply physical.

Shaco's blades cut deeper than skin, deeper than muscle or bone. They carved into my very soul. As a seeker of truth, as a crusader of the people, I have always driven myself to go further. My life has been one of service. However, this was further than I've ever gone - right to the precipice of death itself. And it was death that began to seep into my soul and to force me into a deep examination of life, and not just my life.

Whatever spark of consciousness remained in my healed yet wounded body danced in realms beyond those of conventional reality. Much of my experience is not one that I can put into words, not things that I can easily or readily share. Much of it still seems like a dream to me, unreal and ephemeral. However, there are some things, some conclusions I have made, that I must share with you.

The thing I have devoted my life to, the thing I am most passionate about, is the truth. I am more keenly aware than ever of just how scarce a commodity that is. It is an elusive companion, cloaked in the shadows of politics and machinations. My experience has shown me the extent to which it is hidden and it has made me understand that the quest for truth is a dangerous one - far more dangerous than I have believed.

And I am a man who is now willing to seek the truth, no matter the danger. I will crawl into the mouth of or challenge the  summoners who run the Institute of War if that is where it lies.

My dedication to you, the people, is perhaps stronger than it has ever been. The people need a champion to shed light into the dark corners of the world, not just champions to fight its battles. I feel this pull more strongly now than ever, as if it were truly my purpose for being.

Your words of support have moved me. It is gratifying to know that one man can matter. Rest assured, the requests that peppered your well-wishes will not be ignored - even if my quests for truth take me in other directions as well.

This is the new Ram Steed, signing off. Let the League of Legends beware.

Our mailbag continues to swell with letters, growing greater with every issue. We're very proud that you have taken the time to read our publication, and we appreciate your thoughts, suggestions, well-wishes, and questions. In these often-troubling times, your missives help remind us to forge onward, seeking and delivering the truth.



"I'm curious... is Princess still in hiding?" -- Skyesilvary

Thank you for asking, Skyesilvary. This is something that has piqued the curiosity of many. In fact, Sejuani has not been seen in Freljord since the unification was officially recognized. Some sources have reported that Sejuani left the region but nothing has been confirmed. We spoke with members of the Winter's Claw tribe and they admitted that they have not had contact with Sejuani since. When asked if they were worried, the tribesmen's general response was: "Yes, but not for her."



"I actually had a question for : would she consider letting someone help her catch ? I have a great many contacts and people who owe me favors in the criminal underworld and I would be more than willing to render any and all help if need be." -- Ymir Jotun

Who better to address this than Caitlyn herself? I can tell you, however, that this is a touchy subject:

"Ymir, your offer is well-received, though concerning. Favors aren't often gained in the criminal underworld through legal or responsible means. Though some law enforcement officials may endorse 'playing ball', I don't. I rely on my wits and my tools to get the job done. That said, if you've got information on C, feel free to send it over. If you're asking to be involved in my investigations, sorry, I work alone."



"Since the victory of Ionia over Noxus in the League, I started to seek information about master 's son, . Zelos has left to Demacia long ago to seek assistance and, as an Ionian summoner and former soldier, I cannot help but wonder about him. What is his mission's status? And can herself comment on the last contact she had with her brother?" -- Summoner Wasa of Ionia

Irelia's strength and resilience is a symbol of the Ionian people, and it was a truly heart-wrenching experience to see the effect this question had on her. That she composed herself and provided you with an answer is a true testament to her character:

"I haven't heard a word from my brother nor any news or rumor of him since the day he left for Demacia. once told me that if I reach with my heart to the stars every night, he will know I'm here and perhaps find a way home. I haven't missed a night."


 * -|XVII=



Dating. That one word can invoke so many emotions. From nervousness to excitement, happiness to disappointment, dating can cause a person to just about go crazy! Sometimes you have good dates, sometimes you have bad dates. Sometimes you wind up inadvertently dating a necromancer who, when you decide things aren't working out, reanimates your dead grandmother's corpse as a vengeful zombie out to kill you. Most of us have a love-hate relationship with dating and it's no real mystery why. The results can be fantastic - live happily ever after! But it can be so expensive and time-consuming! What if we never find our soulmate despite so much effort?

Enter Blitzcrank. Yes, you heard me, Blitzcrank. But what on Runeterra could a steam golem have to do with dating? It turns out he could potentially solve all of your problems with just a few mathematical equations and a Valoran-wide network of magic machines. A little over six months ago, the Great Steam Golem traveled in-between League battles to purchase commercial sites and begin the construction of a chain of magically-outfitted cafés called Pairing Eligibility Reactors of Valoran. He built one of these in every major city and also in minor outposts all across Valoran. Even Bilgewater now hosts a PERV in the middle of the market district. What exactly were these cafés for? I recently had the chance to interview Blitzcrank and you'll be surprised to hear what I found out.



"So, Blitzcrank, you are an esteemed League champion and the favorite of many  summoners. Why are you building all of these cafés across Valoran? And why are they called 'Pairing Eligibility Reactors'?"

"These centers serve as magical hotspots which are all connected in real-time regardless of distance and can transmit data between each other. I call it the 'Blitzernet'. They house memory banks and logical processing units vital to the operations of Blitzcrank's Fleshling Compatibility Services which will launch in 6 days, 7 hours, and 42 minutes."

"'Blitzcrank's Fleshling Compatibility Services'? That sounds pretty morbid. What does that mean?"

"They are electable services available to all citizens of Valoran regardless of city-state affiliation which will assist fleshlings in their endeavors to meet other compatible fleshlings for companionship, mating, and procreative purposes."

"You're running... a dating service? At the risk of sounding presumptive and rude, what would a steam golem know about dating and love?"

"I have been studying fleshlings of all types and developed a series of equations that can determine with % accuracy the short- and long-term outcomes of any fleshling relationship."

"Wow, that's amazing! How does it work?"

"Users must register at a Pairing Eligibility Reactor of Valoran where they are required to complete a 748-entry questionnaire detailing every aspect of their personalities. A thermal body scanner will automatically generate and upload an image of the user during the process. Using the Blitzernet, the logical processing units will then compare the results with all other eligible fleshlings to find appropriate matches. Users will receive their match's contact information if both parties agree that they wish to converge."

"I'm sold! 748 questions and a body scan are a small price to pay to avoid more psychotic necromancers. How much does it cost to sign up?"

"Minion Level services including registration and match compatibility results are free. Users may pay a fee to upgrade their service to Super Minion Membership granting them privileged access to communicate in real-time over the Blitzernet. A larger fee will upgrade a user to Champion Membership, whereby they can access teleportation portals to engage in instantaneous mating with their mutually-consensual selected partners."

"So, have these services been successful so far?"

"The Closed Beta period was limited to League champions and summoners and resulted in a % survival rate amongst all participants. Only one fatality resulted from incompatible pairings. Even several League champions were successfully matched and remain in their suggested relationship types to this days. Examples include League champion matched with League champion, League champion  matched with League champion , and League champion  matched with Summoner ."

"Wait, what?! I thought was dating Bob... oh man, he's gonna get clawed. Regardless, this sounds too good to be true. Sign me up!"

"You cannot register until the services launch in 6 days, 7 hours, and 39 minutes."



So there you have it folks! In less than a week, you'll be able to visit your local PERV and sign up for Blitzcrank's Fleshling Compatibility Services. I know I'll be at the front of the line, and I'm saving my money to upgrade to Champion Membership from the get-go! Happy dating, summoners!

I love artifacts and armaments. I really, really do. In my hometown of Kashuld province in Ionia, there is no greater pride than our knowledge, love, and craft for artifacts. From the most basic cloth armor to the most intricate of woven cloaks, the specs and methods of craft really set my heart aflutter. This is especially the case when considering a blade with as rich a history as the Executioner's Calling Long Sword.

More often than not, new weaponry is born out of necessity. Ridley and Hollow Armaments (R. H. Armaments), a weapons contractor based in the city-state of Noxus, has always remained a very stable business. This is mostly due to the good relationship they have with the city-state itself, whose contracts makes up more than 70% of the company's revenue.

Fifteen years ago, during the Noxian invasion of Ionia, the standard issue weapon for the frontline troops was the Conquest I Long Sword (the grandfather of the R. H. Armaments that is used in the League today). Its popularity is owed to its rugged durability, ease of use, and low production cost for an iron weapon. The Conquest I Long Sword was so popular in its day that you could find one in nearly every Noxian household!

During the war, the Noxian forces encountered many problems when facing Ionian military units. This was in part because Ionian squads always contained at least one medical officer, which gave Ionians an advantage in small skirmish situations. To match this, R. H. Armaments developed the Executioner's Calling Long Sword (ECLS1).

The ECLS1 was not made entirely out of plain iron, like the original Conquest I, but instead was forged of 82% Iron and 18% Scarlet Steel, which helped fuel the relentless attacks of the Noxian army. The blade itself was thinner and sturdier, allowing the wielder to precisely target the enemy's vital points, this however came at the cost of overall heft and raw power. The most interesting modification to the ECLS1 was a barbed hook at the very tip of the blade, which was used for tearing into enemies on each attack. This inflicted a very severe wound that was difficult for healers to mend and caused progressive tissue damage well after the initial injury.

In response to this, the Ionian military changed their tactics and began to utilize more ranged, hit-and-run strategies to keep the Noxians at bay. This was when R. H. Armaments countered with the ECLS2 - a modified version of the ECLS1 with an ejectable barb at the end of the blade. With a simple flick of the wrist, experienced users can fire the barb at enemy targets from a distance. This 'feature' was met with some contention, however, due to it requiring much more training to use effectively than the ECLS1.

The Arcanum Majoris approved the original ECLS1 for use in League matches, but they upgraded to the ECLS2 on February 24th, 20 CLE last year. Currently, the League uses the ECLS2-L (League) model, which was specifically commissioned by the Arcanum Majoris. The ECLS2-L features a slightly higher amount of scarlet steel at the cost of a bit more weight. The result provides much more life-essence siphoning than the original.

The weapon itself is a joy to use. It has perfect 50-50 weight balance, which is barely thrown off by ejecting the barb. The almost rapier-like shape of the blade offers unparalleled precision versus any other blade in its class. My only complaint is that the stock handle is shoddily molded and slippery.

The Executioner's Calling Long Sword was a tide-turning weapon developed in a time of need. Although its ease-of-use is often put in question, it can be devastating in the hands of a skilled wielder. It works well in a situation where more 'permanent' damage is necessary and will get the job done when used correctly. R. H. Armaments has not released any information on a third model yet but I will be the first to bring you that information if and when it comes!

As of early this morning, the famed Bilgewater GrugMug Grog Slog ended after an exhausting 6-hour final between League champions and. The coveted Grog Scab, a Bilgewater title awarded to the crafter of the most caustic drink known to Runeterrans, has been lost by the Saltwater Scourge for the first time in 15 years.

The GrugMug Grog Slog is a yearly competition amongst privateers looking to prove their mettle as the hardest drinkers on the high seas. Both grog-drinkers and grog-crafters alike convene at the GrugMug Tavern to crown the year's best 'Scab' and 'Glug'. The Scab is awarded to the creator of the strongest, most corrosive grog, and the Glug is awarded to the hearty soul that can drink the most of it before requesting medical attention.

Historically, Gangplank has won the Scab title every year since he joined his father on the Dead Pool. He has won despite constant rumors of foul play ranging from bribery of the judges to illegal tampering with ingredients. To date, however, no official accusations have been levied. Last week, Mog 'Shirt' Malloy, GrugMug proprietor, expressed his view on the matter: "Nobody will officially accuse the Scourge of cheating. Anybody who does just disappears quietly! The contest falls how the contest falls, no questions."

This year, Sarah Fortune won the Scab title in an unexpected upset after several tense stages of caustic tests and analysis. Hundreds of Slog attendees waited breathlessly in the tavern for the final results as the contest neared its end. The panel of judges, which included Journal of Justice reporter Captain, declared her the winner when her concoction melted completely through the pewter mug, table, and the floor. Gangplank's recipe, however, stopped just short of eating through the floor, instead pooling in a steamy puddle upon the resin-coated floorboards.

Witnesses say that when the judges declared the winner, the room grew very quiet. Gangplank stood staring at the judges for a minute before he pulled out his gun and pointed it at one of his own men. Before he could fire, Sarah Fortune stepped in the way and offered him her grog supply if he would let the man live. "I can't stand the stuff myself anyway", she was overheard saying. After a lengthy pause, Gangplank uncocked his gun and declared: "Bullets are getting costly lately", then stormed out into the street with his men in tow.

We caught up with Malloy for comment on the surprising turn of events: "Cut me off at the knees and call me a yordle! I don't think Gangplank has ever hesitated to kill his own men. I wonder if he's getting soft? And the grog! Fortune must've cheated better than him somehow. I don't know. I don't see it, I don't care."

Speculation has run rampant on whether or not the Saltwater Scourge has turned a new leaf with his unprecedented restraint. Local bar patrons are already laying odds on which lasts shorter - Miss Fortune allowing herself to be called a 'Scab' or Gangplank being nice.

Today my thoughts go out to Bob Nashahago, who fled from the office when he saw that we decided to lead with the Blitzcrank dating article. Romances with female champions of the League of Legends often require finesse and courage; failing that, a good sense of when to run.



"I've been wondering for a while now: why was imprisoned in Noxus? What did he do to have to be sent there?" -- coolkirby4

According to reports from Noxian authorities, Veigar was amongst 'a handful' of yordles arrested for trading illegal goods in Noxus. The yordles claimed to be from a Bandle City trading organization, and they were brokering a deal with a Noxian when they were caught. Noxus isn't renowned for its tolerance of yordles, though, so you might want to take those reports with a grain of salt.



"I have a question I would like answered by Katarina of Noxus regarding, and I quote: 'In the future, Noxus would be willing to share the expert safety practices of Noxian mining operations with the other city-states working in Kalamanda.' -- Journal of Justice Issue 14: 26 January, 21 CLE

''I'm curious what these 'expert safety practices of Noxian mining operations' are? Surely it was a cheap jab at Demacia because of the cave-in. I have come to the conclusion that these practices would be something along the lines of putting collars on each Noxian citizen within a fairly large radius of the mining sites and leashing them to a pole and having them watched like rabid, ill-mannered dogs. So, I ask you, Katarina, to address my personal conclusion of these practices you mentioned and what they really were? Also, refrain from talking about your city-state and/or its people for the duration of your reply, keep it to the mining practices you preached in the quote. I already know of your kind's tenuous grip on reality when you start thinking of your homeland."'' -- Seth Vortu

Wow, that's a bold letter to send to one of Noxus' most eminent assassins, Seth. Nonetheless, I delivered your query (at my own peril, I might add) to the Sinister Blade in person. She looked rather dejected when I found her but, to my surprise, this letter seemed to bring her great zeal:

"I do enjoy it when men like you draw lines in the sand, Mr. Vortu. There is nothing quite as satisfying as watching the smugness drain from your faces when you realize you've picked a fight you shouldn't have. I did not offer our mining practices to you and I will refrain from nothing. If we were to leash anyone to poles like dogs, we would not start with Noxians. Judging by your demeanor, I suspect I might have one of your family members lashed to a pole outside right now. If you would like to earn the privilege to learn about Noxian mining procedures, please visit Du Couteau Manor and I will be certain you find your way to the mines."



"I have often chosen as my champion to do battle on the Fields of Justice and I am filled with a morbid fascination regarding his ... do individual champions have unique tasting blood? Does the dark blood of the  Void from, say,  taste different from the chemical-laden blood of ? Which champion would you say is your 'favorite'?" – RavenTessen

Your fascination is indeed morbid. That's a question I would strongly prefer not to touch with a stick of any length. Vladimir seemed much more delighted with your interest:

"The thought of you there, fantasizing about the taste of blood, invigorates me. I do not drink it in the conventional sense; I use it and it fills me. Think of the relationship a cloud might have with water. However, what makes blood special is not its actual taste but the flavor of the life force which infuses it. That life force is what I 'taste' when I use my craft. In this way the blood of Cho'Gath is as different from the blood of Singed as are the two champions themselves. Despite the many flavors, I could not choose a favorite. Variety, like blood, is the spice of life!"


 * -|XVIII=



The situation in Kalamanda sits on the brink of catastrophe as Demacian and Noxian forces maintain an uneasy standoff in the wake of Kalamanda's alliance with Demacia.

Kalamanda's modest population spent the day preparing for the arrival of Jarvan III, King of Demacia, who is accompanied by son and an entire phalanx of Demacian Valor Knights. The king sent word late last night that he would visit the village personally to sign the long-anticipated agreement granting Demacia exclusive mining rights in Kalamanda. In exchange, Kalamanda would receive trade privileges, a portion of the mined resources, and protection from one of Valoran's most esteemed militaries.

The triumphant atmosphere became subdued, however, when Jericho Swain, Master Tactician and newly-appointed General of Noxus, appeared with his own military entourage. Tensions peaked as Noxian forces marched boldly past the city hall where the Demacians were meeting with city officials just hours before the signing. Under strict orders from their commanders, both factions avoided an engagement, though tempers flared and an incursion seemed imminent. The Noxian force took residence in the former Noxian mining camp that Noxus was asked to strike when Kalamanda awarded rights to Demacia.

With Jarvan III's assurance, Kalamanda officials decided to proceed with the signing - but before he could endorse the document, Swain emerged from the crowd with a bound Demacian soldier in tow. The soldier seemed weak and defeated despite showing no obvious signs of injury. , the crown prince, interrupted the proceedings, shouting: "What do you think you're doing, Noxian?" Swain replied: "This man has confessed to the murder of the Noxian citizen in the mines and the attempted framing of Noxus." The Demacian soldier did not face the Royal Party until commanded by King Jarvan himself. A brief inquiry revealed that the soldier's name was Thom Garvin and, when the King asked whose orders he was following, he sputtered: "I obeyed the commands of your son the prince."

At that point, the ceremony dissolved into chaos. Mayor Anson Ridley requested that the signing be postponed until a proper investigation could be conducted. King Jarvan III demanded that Garvin be released into Demacian custody, but Swain argued that Garvin was a key witness and could not be entrusted to either government. He suggested instead that Garvin be held by local authorities and only interrogated with representatives of both city-states present. Ridley agreed to the proposition and Jarvan III followed suit.

Before the prisoner departed, Jarvan IV rattled off a list of accusations at Swain, denying any involvement in a conspiracy. Troops on both sides were called to the sides of their leaders, but King Jarvan III managed to de-escalate the situation by silencing his son and forbidding his troops to engage. He stated to Swain that he would leave peaceably and requested that Swain honor the dictates, established by the League, forbidding open combat. Swain consented and withdrew his forces.

For the time being, both parties have refrained from violence but the residents of Kalamanda are on edge. Some have even chosen to abandon the village. League Adjudicators were dispatched from the Institute to help mediate the situation but, right now, everyone is left wondering: what will happen next?

Despite the tension and strife gripping Valoran in recent times, people from across the continent gathered yesterday in Piltover peacefully to honor Urf. The brave manatee was remembered with a day of festivities that included cooking contests, races in the Guardian's Sea, werewolf-shaped piñatas, and much more.

Next week marks the one year anniversary of the death of the most celebrated marine mammal in Runeterra's history. On April 1st, 20 CLE, the excitement leading up to Urf's entrance into the League met a somber end in a horrifying turn of events: Urf the Manatee was slain in an unfortunate accident on during his very first match as a League champion. He was never to be seen again, despite spooked summoners' claims of Urf appearing during the time of the Harrowing.

Kicking off the day's celebrations in Piltover was League champion. "I hardly knew him", he declared at the opening ceremonies with a tinge of sadness, "but I have nothing but admiration. He was the only warrior in all of Valoran other than myself who limited his extreme power according to League sanctions. Forever lost is the opportunity to learn the legendary fish and spatula technique thanks to a cruel and senseless murder."

Although long-standing rivalries were temporarily put aside to honor the fallen manatee, it seems that the day was not immune to heated opinions. Piltovan citizens were unable to hold in their disgust with the appearance of Professor Stanwick Pididly. The prevailing scholar of Zaun scoffed at the celebration, loudly proclaiming to anyone within earshot that it was not too late to restore Urf back to life. He expressed an inability to understand the reason behind all the wasted emotion and fanfare when the date of Urf's passing was still recent enough for the Rite of Reclamation to be effective. Necromancy is heavily frowned upon in the City of Progress and, as such, Professor Pididly was calmly escorted away from the festivities, despite his protests that time was running out to revive Urf.

League champion, the suspected perpetrator of Urf's demise, was notably absent from the celebration.

The hustle and bustle of editorial journalism taxes a spirit even as sunny and exuberant as my own. I find that if the sum of my working days reaches or exceeds the number spent moping, carousing, or brainstorming illnesses to excuse me from future toil, I become 'more crabby than Conqueror Beach in turtle season', as my new secretary, Olivia, phrased it. I advised that she seek to sharpen her dress (she has an unfortunate penchant for cardigans) before or perhaps alongside her metaphorical wit, but she merely regarded me with those condemning emerald eyes and offered to facilitate my relocation to a more permanent roost beneath the beach's purportedly crustacean-y sands.

Within moments of me requesting that she apply a coat of sunscreen as a proper sendoff, Olivia produced an itinerary for a week-long retreat, promising something about a melted Freljord and frozen  Shurima before she would append lathering to her job description. Nearly four weeks since my last hiatus, this retreat was scheduled with hopes of moderating my 'bristly' persona. A mind as fertile and vibrant as mine requires quite the reboot after a bout of honest labor, so she booked me passage to the enlightened southern shores of Ionia. Olivia expressed a desire that I seek audience with (and counsel from) the most patient man on Runeterra, the of the Shojin Monastery.

My holiday was quite refreshing if you block out (as my flasks of gin did) the portions in transit, cramped amongst snot-flinging infants and their elephantine mothers. I arrived at the Shojin Monastery in good spirits, with good spirits, to find the celebrated monk whiling away his sightless hours aboard a raft, fishing in the monastery's bountiful and serene Lake Contemplation. He drifted aimlessly across the surface, floating in whichever direction the current carried him, pole swaying in gentle rhythm, catching cold faster than fish by the looks of it. Eventually, he bobbed to shore and I clambered on. It was there that he shared some insights on trolling and imparted some wisdom gained through diligent reflection.

"Many fishermen try to lure the fish. I seek to coax the water." He mused suddenly, after nearly two hours of silence and me waving my hands in front of his face, trying to provoke a reaction. With confounding ease, he dipped one hand into the water and casually extracted a wiggling trout. "With perfect technique, I may catch every fish but, with harmonious water, every catch will be a trophy." He tossed the writhing trout back to the waves, apparently turning a blind eye to my growing appetite. Didn't see that coming.

You will endure my puns whether you appreciate them or not.

"Our world rewards the busy man. The man who graduates first is smartest. The man who conquers furthest is strongest. The man who owns most is richest. But as man fills his life with these things, he loses touch with his only true possession: his self. There is no difference to spending a life gazing at the sky, foregoing the earth around you than to spend a life accumulating wealth, power, or status, foregoing the world inside you. The outside alone will never fill the inside."

I am certain at this point that he was openly mocking my hunger.

"Valoran is a place where one man's misstep can ripple outward, causing many to stumble." To illustrate his point, he dropped a small pebble in the water. "But the secret, the true magic of this place, is that we are all connected and, together, we can stand again." At this, he stood and drew his pole up out of the water. I immediately regretted that I couldn't somehow affect a sound or smell faithful to my sourly flat-faced expression as a monstrous trout emerged from the depths at the end of his line.

He smiled for the first time since my arrival.

"Alright, put away your moody face, it's time to eat."

The recent turn of events in Kalamanda is distressing, to say the least. If Swain is telling the truth, then Demacia, the great city-state which prides itself on ethics and honor, has stooped quite low in the name of profit. If Swain is lying, then Noxus is taking a bold and dangerous stand against Demacia in a time of peace. In either event, I hope a resolution can be found without resorting to violence and therein undoing what the League has worked so hard to accomplish.



"What is the story of Doran and his trinkets that the League so frequently uses? Who was Doran? When did he live? Why did he create these items? I've always been curious as to the origins of these items I use so frequently in my matches." -- Summoner Afrasabi of Noxus

The story of Doran tugs at the heartstrings. They say Effrem E. Doran was born with a hammer in his hands and a forge in his heart. Every object he touched, he found ways to improve, and he knew that he was destined to be a brilliant artificer. At the age of 15, he was invited to the League with an offer to assume the role of Master Artificer, a dream come true and an unprecedented honor for one so young. However, fate had other plans: en route, his carriage broke an axle. When he leaned down to inspect it, he was kicked in the head by his yonkey, a stern blow. He stumbled back onto the wagon but, when he arrived at the Institute of War, he was a different boy. The kick had rendered his mind soft but it hadn't robbed him of his passion. He still wanted nothing other than to craft but, where once he may have created singular masterpieces, he now crafted... somewhat simpler items and many of them. He is a kind, goofy, good-hearted soul and he takes pride in the work he does. His items are daily selected by champions on the Fields of Justice and he has a permanent home at the Institute.



"I've developed one question for : were it to happen again, what would your reaction be to the creation of more autonomous golems like yourself? You could serve as the gateway of creation for more and more creatures not too dissimilar from yourself. Would it be a magnificent thought? Or would it be something a bit more confounding?" -- Corroded Zeplin

His compatibility services in full swing, Blitzcrank seemed particularly energized when I approached him with your question:



"My query is to the selectors of the worlds: where can I summon my champions from? Just wondering if there might be a way to affect the decisions made about future worlds that become available to draw upon and the type of people we can 'use'?" -- Cloudstrife1987

The recent arrival of has opened the door for many questions like this, but I would like to remind everyone that the League has strictly prohibited summoning from other worlds. When the art of summoning was young, those mages powerful enough to practice it summoned beings from distant places without their consent, often to serve against their will. Since that time, we have grown, and most forms of magic as potent as summoning are illegal outside the controlled environment of the League of Legends. This is essential to preserving Runeterra. Beyond that, summoning creatures or people from other planets or against their will is expressly forbidden except in some very special circumstances approved by the League.

6 April, 21 CLE
 * -|XIX=



All staff, including champions and  summoners, were briefly evacuated from the Institute of War today when trace amounts of a synthetic arcane disease were detected in the Luminary Cloister. Adjudicators were alerted to the danger of a foreign presence when magical seals surrounding the Cloister were tripped during off-hours yesterday afternoon.

"The Luminary Cloister is one of the most hallowed sections of the Institute." explained: "Like most sensitive areas, its perimeter is enchanted with protective seals which ward against uninvited entities. I arrived less than a minute after the initial alarm pulse but, when I reached the Cloister, the room was entirely empty... or so it seemed."

It turned out the seals were disrupted when a virulent magical contagion crossed their threshold. The disease appears to have been specially manufactured to be light enough to bypass most security measures, but the seals this deep in the Institute are forged with secrets of truly ancient sorcery.

In the entire room, there was less of the disease discovered than what you might find in the tip of a quill but, by the time additional support arrived, Kayle was already aware that something was wrong. "I was suddenly extremely energetic. I was flapping my wings furiously. It felt imperative to move." Kayle's anatomy responded differently to the disease than a Runeterran's would: instead of attacking her organs on a cellular level, the disease agitated her antibodies into a near frenzy state. They, in turn surged throughout her body, hunting the invading strain and processing it into digestible nutrients.

Corfaiel Dithins, Professor of Microconjury, isolated the contagion from samples taken from the room. "This handiwork is flawless. It takes quite a bit of finesse to maintain such artful control of magic on this minute a scale. There are only a handful of mages who could manage something this exquisite, although I can't imagine any one of them perpetrating such a crime."

While the League continues its inquiry into the unusual outbreak, mandatory inoculations have been issued to all citizens present or arriving at the Institute. Dithins and his colleagues conjured a vaccine using Kayle's blood, which doctors and volunteers have been using nonstop to immunize all personnel. The reaction for humans coming in contact with the disease won't be quite the same as it was for Kayle; they should succumb to an unpleasant but bearable illness while their bodies battle off the disease.

The disease warning has been lifted and League officials are confident the situation has been contained. They predict returning to 'the usual routine' by late tomorrow evening.

A slew of fires cropped up along the western coast of Valoran this week, beginning at the small Demacian coastal settlement of Andras and spreading south into the forests of the Great Barrier. While Demacian forces assist in containment of these mysterious fires, the Institute of War has dispatched a group of officials to oversee the proceedings on suspicion of unauthorized use of magic.

Settlers of Andras, a quiet settlement situated on a small bluff overlooking the Conqueror's Sea, reportedly awoke early yesterday morning to shouts and the scent of smoke. The fire originated at Andras' Council House at the bluff's edge and quickly began to spread - luckily, the House was empty in the dead of night and no lives were lost. The source of the fire remains unknown, though the first villager on the scene offered this report: "The flames came up from down the bluff before the Council House caught fire. When I looked over the edge, there was something - or - down there, engulfed in flame! I hardly got a good look at him before he disappeared in a blaze down the shoreline." This sighting has not been otherwise confirmed.

Settlers who fought back the fire also reported its frightening resistance to efforts to quell it. "The fire spread faster than any natural fire I've ever seen", said one wary councilwoman. "It wanted to consume everything in its path. There's magic at work here." As the Institute of War received reports of similar instances in neighboring coastal settlements over the following days, League representatives responded to detection of a high amount of magical energy in the same region. League Representative Mycroft Zimmer and a small group of summoners arrived in Andras and spread along the other coastal settlements to provide a close monitoring of the situation as it develops.

"The Institute of War has reason to believe that the culprit behind these fires is utilizing unauthorized magic", Zimmer stated. "While we do not yet know what we are facing, the Institute of War does not tolerate reckless use of power. If this is the work of a rogue mage, the perpetrator will be dealt with appropriately."

The fires follow a strange and sudden increase in coastal temperatures measured over the past few days. While wildfires and odd weather aren't entirely unheard of in the region, even along the coast, most instances occur during the dry months and remain isolated to the Great Barrier forests.

Not all of the Institute's representatives share Zimmer's conviction, however. "It's strange but not unusual", said Runaan Eversky, a summoner under Zimmer's watch. "We must be careful but it could be anything. We've had strange magical weather before. This is Runeterra, after all."

Sunday morning, Bandle City horse owners were alarmed to discover that several of their horses were inexplicably missing horseshoes. Residents became aware of the issue when Bampo Tunker, a local stable owner, reached out to nearby farm owners for information about the suspected theft or prank. Hours later, a joint investigation conducted by Bandle City authorities and the Mothership Equine Society revealed that nearly every horse in the region suddenly lacked its left-front horseshoe. Locals are calling it the 'Horseshoe Heist'.

"It's the darnedest thing", Tunker commented, "I noticed one of my stock was missing a shoe first thing in the morning. That kind of thing happens all the time so I replaced it without a thought. I rode out with Fripple, one of my hands, for our morning rounds, and Ol' Breesa got spooked and threw me! First time ever! I looked back to Fripple and his horse was spooked, and he was layin' in the mud right behind me!"

Experts are puzzled, to say the least. "This is perplexing", confessed Dalilah Frommin, spokesyordle for the Equine Society. "It would take an awful lot of effort to remove a shoe from so many horses in one night, let alone without anyone noticing. And why? Horseshoes generally aren't that valuable. And if you were going to steal them for profit... well, I'd think you'd want to take all four."

For most horse owners, the oddness of the situation has preempted their frustrations. Tunker chose to take it as motivation. "Well, at first I was pretty riled up but, when I thought about it, enough of the herd was overdue for a new set that this might just have been a much-needed kick in the pants."

Estimated losses were low but Mayor Dennison Jadefellow organized an outdoor charity banquet to raise funds for Horseshoe Heist victims. The banquet was a smash success, as hundreds of Bandle City residents, including League champions and, came out to support local horse owners and discuss the peculiar occasion.

Officials reported that they actually received quite a bit more in donations than was necessary to replace the horseshoes, and they are currently deliberating how to invest the additional funds. They are also considering making the 'Horseshoe Banquet' a regular annual event as, in the end, it has been viewed as a great source of amusement.

Jadefellow commented: "Whoever the mastermind behind this evil was, he has a lot new fans in Bandle City."

The recent addition of the to the League is inspiring. His level of commitment and dedication to the betterment of the world is something we should all aspire to. I salute him and look forward to seeing the impact he can have as a champion of the League of Legends.



"I pen my question to you in response to a recent letter in the Journal. In your response to 'Where can I summon my champions from?', the Journal stated: '... summoning creatures or people from other planets or against their will is expressly forbidden except in some very special circumstances approved by the League.'

''So the League has the right to pull a creature from its world against its will? How can we trust a League that is up for kidnapping, special circumstances or not?"'' -- Summoner Mizuki

Your question is well-received. It is the duty of all citizens to ask questions like these of their governments and leaders in order to keep the powers in check. I think one of the major reasons this is in the forefront of some minds is because of the recent induction of to the League. A confessed (and proud) murderer of summoners, there was quite a bit of controversy surrounding what to do with him when he emerged and was captured in our world.

There was a particularly fierce debate over whether he should be exterminated immediately for his crimes and to prevent further threat, or whether he should be kept alive and examined in order to better understand the dream plane. After great deliberation, it was decided that he should pay for his crimes on the Fields of Justice. The League pledged the wealth which would normally be accorded to him as a champion, instead, to the families of his victims. He will literally pay. At the same time, he will be neither executed nor made a lab rat. Regardless of which decision you agree with, they did put some consideration into the issue. I have to admit, I agree with their decision.



"I have a question about the remaining two survivors that made it back with from their great two-year journey: who are they? What shape are they in now, after this adventure?" -- lil westy

The two soldiers who returned with Jarvan never uttered a word about the journey. It is unknown how much information has even been disclosed to the Royal Family, as rumor has it that Jarvan himself hasn't spoken of the trip with even his closest friends. I managed to discover that one of the men was granted 'indefinite leave' and currently resides at Demacia's Fairweather Retreat, a resort well-known for aiding soldiers plagued by the trauma of battle. The other soldier seems to have completely vanished.



"Question for : since your introduction to the League, you have, in my opinion, been one of the best and most underrated champions available for summoning. I am confused as to why you haven't had any attention since your initiation and what you have been keeping yourself busy with since." -- Summoner AngryPeanut

As someone who knew Cassiopeia before and after the... incident, I have to say it saddens me deeply (and unsettles me thoroughly) to see her slithering down the corridors of the Institute. Don't let it be said that I don't go the extra mile for you, our readers:

"Why haven't I had attention?! You are more cruel than angry, Peanut. In case you haven't noticed, I am not exactly the flower I once was. I appreciate your summons and am pleased to have served you well, but my life will forevermore be one of reclusion. If you suddenly woke to find yourself molting, you might understand. As for how I 'keep myself busy': I spend my ample free time looking into the sudden and mysterious disappearance of a loved one, and the promise of vengeance when I discover those responsible."

21 April, 21 CLE
 * -|XX=



The situation in Kalamanda has grown dire as reinforcements pour in from both Noxus and  Demacia. Spokesmen from both delegations have promised that the troops are merely arriving to ensure the protection of the important city-state leaders present. Both encampments await the interrogation of the Demacian prisoner who confessed to framing Noxus for the sabotage of a Demacian mine. The interrogation has been delayed at the request of King Jarvan III of Demacia, without any public explanation.

The steady influx of soldiers has transformed the Kalamanda countryside, dotting it with military tents and banners. At the same time, Kalamanda villagers have been leaving the region in droves, many abandoning their homes and possessions for fear of imminent violence. "They keep saying there's nothing to worry about, that the League won't let anything happen to us. But what can the League do about the armies gathering on our doorsteps?" asked Tammy Cloris, departing Kalamanda with her husband and three children.

The leaders of both delegations have remained largely removed from the public eye. Some villagers reported seeing General stalking the perimeter of the mines at night, but he hasn't officially stepped outside his camp since Mayor Anson Ridley granted the King of Demacia's request for postponement of the interrogation. On the Demacian side, neither the King nor the have been seen outside the Royal Tent at all, prompting some to wonder if they even remain in the village.

"Those Demacians are up to something. They seemed pretty agitated when the prisoner came forward. I think it's pretty suspicious that the squeaky-clean king needed to put off questioning the prisoner", stated Yorn Flimmey, one of Kalamanda's volunteer watchmen. "What's an innocent guy need so much extra time for? I'd love to know what Jarvan said to Ridley to accept these terms."

The mayor has not answered any questions to that effect but he has asked the citizens of Kalamanda to remain calm. According to him: "Both delegations have been respectful and cooperative with regards to Kalamanda's investigation. There is no reason to doubt either of their commitments to discovering the truth."

The prisoner himself has been kept under careful lock and key, and only Ridley's most trusted men have been allowed anywhere near him. "It is critical that we handle this properly and the fact of the matter is that we need time to do that." Ridley assured: "We all want to get to the bottom of this and we are proceeding as quickly as possible."

The Yordle Academy of Science and Progress gained attention in Piltover this week when League champion and Academy founder  was publicly denounced by, a yordle mechanic from  Bandle City. Rumble accused the Revered Inventor of selling out advanced yordle technology for human gain and proclaimed himself the new face of yordle superiority in the field.

Heimerdinger reportedly received a 'yawper', a yordle communication device for broadcasting vocal messages over a large distance, from Bandle City yesterday morning. "Heimerdinger gets yawpers all the time", said Dominic Hadley, a human student and page to the Revered Inventor at the Academy. "They're usually from fans or his colleagues abroad - especially those in Bandle City - but this one was different." According to witnesses at the Academy, this particular contraption had been engineered to broadcast its recorded message to every capable communication device within a one-mile radius. When Heimerdinger activated the yawper, nearly all present at the Academy heard its message. The final portion is transcribed below:



"Heimerdinger - your 'Revered Inventor' - is nothing but a sellout! Like a hextech lapdog for human masters, he gives away superior yordle innovations - and for what? For what? A pat on the head? He isn't a leader; he's a pathetic disgrace to Bandle City and to all yordles everywhere! I, Rumble, will soon demonstrate the true power of yordle technology without the hold of a human leash! Prepare yourselves!"



Despite the intensity of the message, Heimerdinger himself was not perturbed. "Perhaps the Academy's title is misleading! This is a place for progress and for all who seek it. Race and point of origin are not variables in the equation. Rumble has one hundred percent miscalculated our intentions!"

Following the incident, contacts in Bandle City reported that the name Rumble is fairly well-known amongst local yordles. As it turns out, Rumble has been called a 'born mechanic' himself: "I recommended him to the Yordle Academy a few years ago", said Flindle Waldor, one of Heimerdinger's Bandle-City-based colleagues and Rumble's former teacher, "but he wouldn't go! Bit of a disappointment, if you ask me. The boy made up for what he lacked in size with pure brainpower, and he could've had real success if he wasn't such a hothead!"

Despite his message to Piltover, Bandle City reports that Rumble's current whereabouts are unknown. "He left his workshop abandoned two months ago and no one's seen him since", said Waldor. "Took all of his tools and vanished." Security at the Academy has been slightly elevated but Bandle City investigators report that their leads on Rumble himself, for the most part, have run cold. The dissenting yordle mechanic's next move remains to be seen.

As promised, yours truly had been on the quest to bring you, the reader, the truth as I never have before. A new champion has recently entered the League of Legends, a mysterious and dangerous champion who blazes with the anger of the sun. His name is. For his destructive nature, he has been kept under lock and key by the summoners of the Institute of War, hidden away from the good people of  Valoran. Until now.

My requests to speak with the Burning Vengeance were initially denied. Then, they were denied again, and so on. However, my recent experiences have created in me a determination that cannot be thwarted. Calling in favors and using tricks I can't reveal, I was finally granted an audience with Brand so that I could ask him ten questions. No more, no less.

Again, I go. While the champion in question is equally as dangerous as, this time I am guarded by a negatron cage and the agents of the League itself. I learn from my mistakes.


 * 10 Questions with Brand



"Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Brand. There are many across Valoran who are keen to hear your story."

[Unleashes a, trying desperately to burn me through the invisible walls of his cell.]

"You can talk to me or I can leave you here. Alone. Again. Your choice."

[Settles down a little and begins to pace.] "If this is my only stimulation, fine."

"Let's start with the question on everyone's mind: what are you?"

"What do you think I am?"

"A fire-mage who went too far? Some sort of possessing entity? A murderous madman who lit himself on fire? These have all been posed."

"No! I am something far greater! I am the Burning Vengeance!"

"But what exactly is that?"

"A primal elemental spirit, fool. Can you understand that?"

"So, if you're a spirit, then that isn't your body. Whose is it?"

"It hardly matters."

"Again, whose body do you wear?"

"His name was . He came from a land you know as Lokfar. He was a sea-raider. He was a violent and foolhardy man."

"Is there anything left of Kegan in there? If you were to be driven out, would he return?"

"Your summoners cannot drive me out. They have already tried."

"But that does not answer the question."

[Silent.]

"Okay, then. Is Brand your real name? It seems a little on-the-nose."

"My real name is not anything you could understand. This name says what it needs to say. That is enough."

"How did you come into being? I mean, we're born from parents and even the has an origin. What's yours?"

"I was born with the world. At first, I flowed through it. Then, I flowed into it and took a body. Then, my purpose became plain."

"And that is... "

"To purify the world. To renew it. To burn it down again and again to make way for what is to come. That's what your League doesn't understand. I am not evil. I am nature. I am necessary."

"So, how did you come to be here in Valoran? You are primal and the body you've stolen comes from a far-off continent. It seems strange."

"The hellish waters of this world dragged me here. I am nature. I go where I must."

"Fighting in the League of Legends seems like an odd choice. Why are you here?"

"Does this prison not say it all?! I am forced to do this. I have no choice. I am a slave of your League, muzzled like a dog. I am forced to deny my purpose and contain my power. And only until your summoners find a way to destroy me, which they research as we speak."

"It is rumored that you were imprisoned in Lokfar for millennia, which is perhaps why no one has ever seen you before. If those who'd imprisoned you couldn't find a way to destroy you then, do you think there's a way to do so now?"

"Why would I answer a foolish question like that?"

"Because sometimes it's as much in what you don't say as what you do say. Last question. If there was one thing you wanted the people of Valoran to know, what would it be?"

"Your League of Legends is not what you think it is and your summoners are not heroes. Beware."



And at that, I was escorted by my League representative out of the building. Fortunately, my questions were answered. However, other questions have been posed. Why is the League forcing such a being to fight instead of simply holding him prisoner? What did Brand mean by his parting words? Why was the League so eager to have me removed once they were said?

It sounds like there's more truth to be uncovered. Sounds like a job for Ram Steed.

Until next time, faithful readers.

It often seems that we Runeterrans are poised on the brink of disaster. I believe that it's important to remember the good we're capable of, and the things we've achieved by cooperating with each other. To the many of you who are concerned about what's happening in Kalamanda: have faith in the League, it exists for a reason.



"As a summoner, I've noticed all champions are of roughly equal strength. I wonder if the League has ever denied a champion for being too weak or, in fact, too strong? Has a foolhardy summoner ever attempted to 'forcefully extract' a champion who is too powerful for the League from another plane?" -- Summoner Harlon Nayl

Champions are some of the most formidable warriors alive. They battle each other every day. A creature may seem unstoppable when it joins the League but, eventually, the other champions learn how to fight it. Some champions are indeed summoned from other planes to exploit their powers, but it has been illegal to perform such a summoning without permission from the League for quite some time.



"It is awesome to know that Mother Nature finally has a real soldier that will teach all those reckless mages the pains of their thoughtless actions. I am curious, though: do you actively participate in rallies for green movements? Or do you spend most of your time visiting forests of Runeterra and reminiscing of days of old?

'' I love the giggles and cries of your. Is there a chance that summoners might be able to get one to take home and care for?"'' -- Summoner Wobbuffet2

's pledge to stand against the corruptive forces of magic has not necessarily made him one of the most popular champions amongst summoners, but one has to admire his conviction. While he objects to the magic man employs, he is patient with us:

"'Green movements?' This is an interesting name. I do my part in the League so that men can know the error of their ways. I don't go to rallies. I don't think I would be comfortable there. I am close to peace in the forests of Runeterra, as you say, but with this magic coursing through me, I can never truly be free. As for your other question: the saplings are not toys. You cannot 'have' one, but there are trees all around. Most have wonderful personalities. You just need to take the time to notice."



"Do the champions of the League receive any sort of psychological shielding from the torments they suffer when on the Fields of Justice? Dying over and over seems rough enough, but the abilities of some champions in particular seem like they would create lasting mental trauma. I doubt that a Demacian or a Noxian would admit weakness by applying for counseling, but are such services provided to them?" -- Tempus Hustle

Most services are made available to champions. They can usually afford the finest luxuries with what is provided by the League, but psychological trauma is actually less common than you might suspect. Champions are subjected to Judgments, which test their mental fortitude before they are admitted to the League, and many have overcome extraordinarily difficult trials in their pasts.

12 May, 21 CLE
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and were arrested by League Adjudicators yesterday evening when they were discovered battling in the mountains outside the Institute of War. The Deathsinger, Karthus, was found 'dead' at the scene, although League mages were able to revive him, since he was not technically alive to begin with. League officials have stated that the situation is completely under control and while they will not be removing any champions from their roster, ' will be punished accordingly'.

League sages were alerted to the situation when fled the Institute, wailing. "Kog'Maw is supervised at all times for the protection of Runeterrans", League High Councilor, Heywan Relivash, explained in an emergency press assembly. "Our Adjudicators were prepared to suppress him, but he displayed no aggressive behavior nor any visible objection to their presence. Since Kog'Maw's origins are a matter of great interest, the Adjudicators were instructed to observe and only interfere if necessary."

"We are uncertain whether Kog'Maw was beckoned by Malzahar or whether he was simply aware that Malzahar was in trouble, but he led the Adjudicators straight to the scene of the incident. There they found Karthus prone, victim to a powerful magical assault, while Kassadin and Malzahar remained engaged in combat. The Adjudicators were able to isolate and subdue both champions within minutes, testament to their abilities."

"Rest assured, we are not taking this matter lightly. These two have a history of disagreement, which is not unusual for League champions, but violence between League champions off the Fields of Justice is unacceptable. I am well-aware that the decision to retain them as champions is controversial and confusing, but we have very good, very confidential reasons for proceeding this way and our decision is final." Heywan did not disclose any further information.

As though things weren't troubling enough, before the press assembly even took place, activists were somehow alerted and hundreds of protesters gathered outside the Institute, comprised of both denouncers and self-proclaimed followers of the Void alike. In response, a phalanx of summoners and Adjudicators was mobilized to disperse the mobs. No violence broke out, although several protesters were arrested for refusing to cooperate.

Karthus' inexplicable presence at the scene of the crime remains a mystery, as well as which (if either) of the champions attacked him. One source, who was able to catch a glimpse of him as he was transported back for supervision, claimed to overhear him talking about 'protecting the inhibitor', although, according to the source, he seemed to be referring to something other than the inhibitors on the Fields of Justice.

The people of Askay, a village under Noxian jurisdiction since last year, are paying their respects to a Demacian after the famed Night Hunter fought and killed a mordicant that had plagued them for weeks. Following several nights spent in futile attempt to combat the creature, the villagers sent word to Noxus for aid. However, by the time Noxian forces arrived, they found the beast they'd come for already dead and defeated by the elusive Night Hunter herself.

The mordicant, a rare creature native to the Ironspike Mountains region, made its first appearance last week, slaughtering livestock in Askay's outlying farms and viciously attacking anyone who came near it. Mordicants bear a unique magical ability: their speed is amplified in darkness. According to the villagers of Askay, this ability made combating the beast upon its nocturnal appearances near impossible.

"It was faster than anything I've ever seen", said one of Askay's night watchmen. "Couldn't land anything on it, and it wouldn't leave until the first light of dawn." Askay requested Noxian aid but, with Noxus' forces so heavily occupied in Kalamanda, the response was delayed.

Yesterday morning, however, citizens of Askay awoke to find their trouble solved. "My men and I were ready for a fight all night long, but the beast didn't come. We figured it was just a lucky break but, when I made my rounds once the sun came up, I found the thing dead, pinned to the wall of Tarill's barn by a massive bolt. But there was nobody around." The night watchmen of Askay reportedly discovered a note bolted to the beast's body as well, bearing the symbol of the Night Hunter and a short message: "Every dark beast has a master."

Noxian forces arrived late afternoon to find the beast they'd been sent to fight dead on display in Askay's village square. "The people of Askay may be safe for now", said Captain Cynlan Thralk, commander of the Noxian unit, "but know that this village remains under the protective wing of Noxus, and we have no need of further interference in our affairs."

The 'Night Hunter' is not an unfamiliar moniker in Valoran. Rumored to be a Demacian woman of noble descent, she has been credited with many similar events throughout recent years. Incident records at the Institute of War connect the Night Hunter to the deaths of several rogue summoners practicing dark magic in Demacia. Following the incident, Captain Thralk stated his unit would remain in Askay, claiming: "We can't be sure that this is over, and it would be foolish to leave Askay's continued safety to the whim of a Demacian vigilante."

The greatest dream of any artificer would be to glimpse the wonders that lay behind the negatron-reinforced doors of the 'Summoner's Vault' in the Arcanum Majoris. This vault holds the original artifacts all summoners are familiar with, as their duplicates are wielded daily by champions on the Fields of Justice.

Normally, the Vault is completely off-limits to anyone but the most distinguished scholars of the Arcanum. However, a friend of mine, Artificer Ceisa Kashuld, managed to attain special permission for me to tour the facilities last week. This was an extremely rare treat, especially since security has been so tight after the theft of.

My guide was League Artificer Ramune Numer, a sophisticated man who had an odd habit of adjusting his monocle whenever he made a point. As we passed the main security checkpoint, Ramune showed me the workshop where they perform artifact inspections.

"We are always researching new crafting techniques here at the Arcanum Majoris", Ramune said, adjusting his monocle. "While we do produce many original pieces, supporters of the League often donate artifacts to us."

Three artifacts currently in testing were laid out upon a table: a sword; a  crystal; and a  cloak, complete with dagger. Ramune explained that these items were in their final stages of safety testing. "The unique aspect of these items is that they are augmented with a special resonating crystal called ."

"When refined, Sarlace produces an energy resonance that improves the mental and physical balance of anyone who wields it. The only League artifacts that currently utilize this material are, as the material is extremely volatile and can lose stability quite explosively in the refining process."

"These two were donated", Ramune said, indicating the sword and gem. "I can't go into much detail about the effects of these items until they have been cleared for use on the Fields of Justice, although... " he hefted the cloak and dagger proudly "... I will say that these were made here at the Institute. When the two pieces are held simultaneously, their power amplifies. We call this method of manufacture 'symbiotic fabrication'. It's the same crafting method used with ."

The tour continued to the Vault. It was massive! Words cannot begin to describe the variety of artifacts within. At the very front were the artifacts currently in commission, all organized on ornate shelves and racks. As we ventured further, we came upon artifacts I've never seen as well as some I hadn't seen in a long time.

It was there that I saw the, my old friend. Nostalgia swept over me. I asked why the artifact was decommissioned. "It wasn't very popular and replicating costs were high. were far more efficient."

I was asked not to speak about any of the other items I was given the privilege to view but I can say that, one after another, they took my breath away. I can understand both why the Vault is kept so carefully guarded as well as why the Arcanum is known as the foremost authority on magic.

I don't know if I'll ever have the opportunity to peek behind the heavy Vault doors again but I know for certain that I will remember that day forever!

The League's limits have been tested quite a lot lately. As someone with insight on the capabilities of the men and women whom the League employs, I have to say that this is very foolish. The League does its best to allow Runeterrans the freedom to live as they please so long as they do not endanger those around them. This should not be mistaken for weakness.



"I have often wondered how unaffiliated champions fight within the League. It's obvious that fights for Noxus and  fights as the might of Demacia. But how do champions such as, whose goal is to 'bring all the city-states to their knees, regardless of affiliation' fight for the political gain of a nation within the League? Are champions such as , , and  sold to the highest bidder? Or does each nation draft them before a round commences and said champion is expected to oblige? If this is the case, is it possible for a champion like  to be selected to fight for Demacian gain?" -- RemedialHappyMan

Well asked, RemedialHappyMan. As you know, the League holds regular matches which are not meant to resolve any political disputes. These are both to train summoners as well as to provide the entire world with the spectacle of battle that has replaced open conflict. Champions are given the option to declare allegiances when they join the League and no champion may ever be summoned in a political match against his or her will. This said, when political matches do occur, unaffiliated champions are sometimes approached by city-states for representation, and they are generally welcome to accept. Also, the League seeks out those with the power to become champions to bolster the strength of its competitors, so some unaffiliated champions are present despite having no political intentions whatsoever.



"For some time, I've wondered about the pre-League lives of many champions. Many times I've summoned the Armordillo,, and every time I get a glimpse that there's something more underneath that spiny shell than he's letting on. In his travels, he's covered quite a bit of distance and met many peoples. I wonder if he is in fact fluent in several languages, as he can clearly understand them." -- Summoner Moepasaurus

Rammus is one of the most soft-spoken of the brave warriors in the League. He has evolved from a state that perhaps only truly comprehends. In the process, he has taken the approach of a silent observer almost without exception, growing and learning constantly. I must say, from my experiences with him, he seems exceptionally wise, even though, or perhaps because, he is a being of so few words. He values his privacy immensely but I decided I would approach him to see if he would accept an interview, just for you. I've transcribed the exchange in exact detail:

"Okay."



"Why is it that, whenever I summon a champion for a fresh bout on the Fields, they must be retrained? It seems odd to me that General would forget how to summon his, or Headsman  how to calibrate his , in each and every bout I enter, when they were such terrors with them just the last match. Is it some matter of attunement between champion and summoner?" -- Mädchen, summoner of Noxus

You've hit the nail on the head, Mädchen. The link between the champion and summoner essentially creates a 'new being' comprised, in part, of both of them. In the same way it might take some time for you and a partner to get the rhythm of running if one of each of your legs was tied to the other's, so too must the summoned being learn to utilize the power within it. When the link is severed, both champion and summoner must 'decompress' from the ordeal, settling back into their bodies. This removes the understanding they both had, which is why the same summoner and champion must relearn their abilities again in the next match.

27 May, 21 CLE
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Ionians from every province gathered beneath the flowered branches of the Great Tree in the Serene Gardens yesterday for the city-state's annual Festival of Fire. An early summer tradition, this festival is a symbol of Ionian culture, celebrating the cleansing and rebirth of the spirit. League champions Shen and Akali attended the festival as guests of honor, performing in the festival's retelling of the tale of Reina.

Festivities began early yesterday morning as citizens poured into the Serene Gardens. Vendors set up shop along the garden's edges, offering wares of traditional Ionian food, garb, and antique weaponry. Citizens mingled in the shade of the Great Tree and wrote their woes and worries on scrolls to be hung from the Tree's branches.

"This is the primary tradition of the festival", explained Master Hana, an Ionian adjudicator. "Together, we identify that which plagues us. As we enter the darkness of night, which we call 'facing the Blood Moon', we confront them as one. With the rising of the sun, our fears and woes are cleansed, our spirits rekindled."

During the night, Ionian citizens were treated to various musical and theatric performances pertaining to Ionian history or legend. The headlining performance this year featured League champions Shen and Akali, who performed the tale of Reina, a legend in which an ancient Ionian warrior is hunted by an evil spirit.

Akali took the part of Reina herself, dressed in formal Ionian red and white battle garb, and Shen played the spirit that plagued her, adorned with a fearsome mask. As the legend goes, Reina fled the spirit for years yet it always found and tormented her. Finally, Reina donned her own mask to confront the spirit but, when she turned to face it, it never came again, frightened away by her strength.

"The story bears the same message we embrace at the festival", said Akali after the performance. "We all have darkness that pursues us. Here, we identify our fears and worries when we hang them upon the Great Tree. Like Reina, we must confront the darkness within our spirits. We must be stronger than that which torments us."

When the sun rose in the morning, when the Tree had become almost fully concealed behind scrolls, an Ionian summoner lit them briefly aflame. As the magic dissipated, the sun shone brilliantly through the branches of the Great Tree. "This is the festival's greatest lesson", said Master Hana. "Out of any darkness comes the grandest of light."

The citizens of Lirab, a small Demacian town just south of the infamous Bubbling Bog, have been stirred up by a recent rash of 'ghost sightings'. According to sources, a number of specters have been seen floating above various parts of the Bubbling Bog's viscous expanse. "Due to the bog's unstable nature, it's very difficult to investigate these claims", said Parrin Maylor, the Governor of Lirab. "It does make you start to wonder, though, once you’ve heard the same story repeated so many times. That's why I sent word to Demacia."

The first report came from Horatio Nerp, a gas farmer whose property abuts on the bog itself. Nerp's attention was first drawn by a light that seemed to bounce along above the bog's surface in the distance. "I've lived here my whole forty-four years and I've never seen any light like that. Then, this see-through critter pops up outta nowhere. I don't scare easy but I didn't stick around to make sure it was a real ghost. I dunno what else you'd call it, though."

The sudden appearance of these ghastly apparitions may not be arbitrary. Lirab isn't a popular place to live. Gases emanating from the Bog often drift south on the wind, carrying with them a variety of 'pungent' odors. In such a modest population, people took notice when a appeared just before the sightings began. "Sullen-looking guy. Nobody talked to him because he seemed... well... creepy... but he didn't seem to want company anyhow. He had a serious hunch, a cowl pulled low over his face, and he always carried around this old shovel", added Nerp. "He wandered around town for a bit, like he was looking for something, then left as quietly as he came. When you live this far off the beaten path, sometimes you just opt not to ask questions."

Wesker Mollifen, an investigator appointed by Demacia to evaluate these reports, remains unconvinced. "You always hear about these sorts of things from small communities on the far reaches of civilization. It's no coincidence. Rumors tend to spread quickly and then people's eyes start playing tricks on them. I'm not saying anyone's intentionally lying. This is probably the result of illumination from swamp gases and overactive imaginations."

If my secretary Olivia can be trusted (her honesty, I mean - she is a truly dismal wingwoman), many of your letters convey confusion as to the magnitude of the roles played by summoners in the League of Legends. We are not merely robed, second-string stagehands fervently supporting the lauded champions of the League. We are not the janitors or night watchmen of society as a whole. We are the penultimate practitioners of sorcery, manipulating the very fabric of reality with such precision that we may steer the course of history whilst preserving Runeterra with calculated efficiency. And no, I have never extracted a rabbit from my hat - that would eat up all the space for contraband.

Some people have not-so-politely indicated that my opinion of summoners may be inflated due to the fact that I am one. I say that a low opinion of others should not be mistaken as a high opinion of oneself. Yes, yes, magic by and of itself is not uncommon in Runeterra and many people are capable of manifesting a couple cantrips, but summoning magic exists on an entirely different level. Not only must one reach into the ether and locate a single being amongst the swirling miasma of living energy, but one must then mentally assume that same space in addition to one's own. This is roughly akin to simultaneously following the flight paths of two specific flies in a swarm, one with either eye.

(For those of you staring lizard-eyed in two directions with unimpressed, folded arms, the analogy falls far short of the act. That is extremely unsettling, though.)

Once one has tackled the art of thinking in two places, one must finesse one's integration with the subject. This is basically like trying to put a jellyfish in a sweatshirt with an appropriate amount of sleeves. Depending on the strength and willingness of the subject, there is an equivalent danger of being stung. The process of then performing heroic feats in your new jelly-sweatshirt is relatively simple compared to the rest of it, though this is what garners the most attention.

Summoners do this every day. The strain of concentration and energy needed to fulfill such a task would alone drive most men stark mad, and that's before considering the consequences of any misstep. They are universally disastrous. Even the most experienced summoners are monitored during the summoning process in hopes of preventing (or at least minimizing) the destruction should something go wrong.

Most summoners commit decades of their lives to mastering the many arcane fields which comprise summoning magic. The League screens thousands of candidates every year with extreme prejudice, identifying only a handful who will be given the opportunity, through rigorous study and evaluation, to be entrusted with its secrets.

There are no cheap parlor tricks, no techmaturgical shortcuts, and no safety nets. In return, summoners are courted by city-states to represent them in political disputes and afforded the highest accommodations society has to offer. Though you don't see us on the Fields of Justice, we are the life behind every action, the architects of every match. I'm not known for my appreciation of the efforts of others but, to all you summoners who make the League of Legends possible, I hereby tip my hat.

Alright, where did this rabbit come from?

The last issue generated a tremendous response from summoners reaching out to champions and the agents of the League regarding all manner of subjects. We appreciate your mail! If we haven't published your question yet: don't be discouraged, keep letting us know what's on your mind!



"'s story of facing hardship has been majorly inspiring to me personally. When it feels like the entire world is against you, it just seems so easy to give up, but Xin Zhao never gave up and always continued to fight. Many times in my life I have been presented with situations where it would just be easier to give up. So my question for you, Xin Zhao, is how do you maintain the will to fight against impossible odds? What is your source of unbreakable courage and will?" -- IncognitoP

Xin Zhao indeed possesses unnatural courage. When faced with adversity that would send most men fleeing, Xin Zhao has instead charged forward, time and time again. His valor is a testament to the strength of Demacian warriors. I must admit, your question piqued my curiosity as well:

"People often mistake what is truly hard in life. When you stand toe to toe against any enemy on the field of battle, options are stripped away. Fight or die. If you've thought about giving up, you're probably already dead. The courage that Jarvan II taught me - the will you speak of - was the courage to lead men, to make decisions that will lead to the deaths of friends, and to stand by them even when you know you could be wrong, or when no decision is right. To fight and die is easy when measured against this. Whenever things seem impossible, I need only to remember Jarvan II. That man would do anything for his men and they would do anything for him, myself included, without regard for the odds or the consequences. I continue to serve his memory."



"I'm curious if the origins of and  could give us heightened insight on the true extent of the Rune Wars' effects on our world. Have there been any efforts to talk to Olaf, in particular, to compare histories and see if any of the world-shaking effects of the Rune Wars had repercussions even in Olaf's far off and mysterious continent of 'Lokfar'? And if so, what were they? It is intriguing to think that our own lives could be changed by an event which occurred in a place we didn't even know existed." -- Tegan

Olaf, since he arrived at the League of Legends, has notoriously withheld information about Lokfar. I have seen firsthand what happens when someone gets too nosy, so I opted to speak with Brand. He isn't much more personable but he is restrained:

"The Rune Wars? I don't much care for the affairs of you creatures. You seem to believe that everything that has transpired on the world has done so for or because of you. More than once this world was cleansed by the purity of fire. You assume this is bad but the world you live in today was a product of that purification. Sometimes the slate needs to be wiped clean. The fires will come again, whether you hide behind your League or not."



"To : As an avid female fan of yours, I've grown quite curious about a certain subject that may concern your lifestyle. As crown prince, it's your job to one day take the throne and conceive a heir... is there a certain princess that you have your eye on? Or someone you might give that title to be yours? If so, would we ever see her join the League and help fight at your side? Your love life is something this summoner has grown very curious about!" -- xSeohyunx

Well, you certainly have set your sights high. The crown prince of Demacia is one of the most powerful men on Runeterra, both figuratively and literally. With all his time spent fighting, I wonder what thought he has put into this particular matter:

"It is one of the king's duties to produce an heir, and I owe it to my family to continue the legacy they started. In my travels I once met... [here Jarvan went silent for several moments] ... but she is no more. I have not afforded much attention to romantic interests as of late. I trust that, when the right woman enters my life, I will know it."

20 June, 21 CLE
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The Demacian soldier who publicly confessed to conspiracy and sabotage in Kalamanda was found dead in his cell yesterday, a victim of Nyzer poisoning. Investigations are underway but, as of yet, Kalamanda officials are at a loss as to how such a poison managed to elude the notice of its guards. With news that the prisoner's interrogation was scheduled for later this weekend, suspicious eyes are being cast at the visiting delegations of Noxus and Demacia.

Though representatives from both city-states denied any wrongdoing, military activity had visibly increased in both camps over the last two weeks. Perhaps most disturbing of all, a carriage believed to contain General Boram Darkwill himself was seen departing Noxus soon after the prisoner's fate was discovered. By all accounts, the ageless, reclusive leader of Noxus hasn't set foot outside the castle since the formation of the League of Legends over two decades ago.

The prisoner's testimony was expected to put to rest the question of which city-state Kalamanda would grant exclusive mining rights to. In the absence of convincing evidence as to who poisoned the prisoner, the heat is back on Kalamanda's ruling council to decide - a difficult decision to make, with accusations flying and the formidable armies of both candidates perched on their doorstep.

Noxian supporters have been quick to indicate that the prisoner's interrogation was delayed for weeks without public explanation by King Jarvan III of Demacia. The king responded personally to the claims, by stating that he was conducting a thorough background check on the soldier in question due to concerns that his earlier confession might have been coerced. He didn't specify the results of the background check but he promised that it would follow 'in due course'.

The use of Nyzer poison is unusual, although it creates more questions than it answers. Nyzer has a bitter, distinct taste, which makes it a poor choice to slip to an unsuspecting victim. It does, however, lead to a very peaceful death. For this reason, it's most commonly used to euthanize animals and is, therefore, accessible to a broad range of people. This begs the question: did the prisoner take it willingly?

While Kalamanda strategizes its next play, the city-state delegations have been cautioned by the League to maintain the peace. High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye issued this statement: "The last thing we want is for this incident to lead to any serious lapses in judgment. We've come too far to see the world plunged back into conflict over money and resources."

League champion  was discovered early this week to be the victim of a withering curse specifically designed to limit her power upon the Fields of Justice. The Judicator, after seeking the assistance of Institute officials, has returned to the League with renewed strength and fully re-enchanted armor. The culprit behind the withering curse remains unknown.

According to Institute officials, the discovery of the curse follows a notable decline in the Judicator's performance on the Fields of Justice. Kayle had suffered a decrease in popularity with summoners in the past months due to her poor showings in League matches. "I often found it difficult to draw forth the Judicator's full potential I once knew her to be capable of", said one summoner. "I imagined there to be a reason for her troubles but I never would have suspected sabotage or magical interference."

"I had not felt like myself for quite some time. It began shortly after the contagion warning at the Institute two months ago", said the Judicator herself. "I only realized something was amiss when I discovered cracks in my armor after a match this week. Not only is it enchanted against such wear, but the magic of the Fields of Justice usually prevents lasting damage as well. I knew it should not be possible, so I sought the assistance of the Institute's summoners and artificers immediately."

Upon close inspection from Institute specialists, the withering spell was reportedly discovered to be connected to the synthetic arcane disease which invaded the Institute two months ago. "It's extremely high-level magic", explained Corfaiel Dithins, who had led the investigation of the contagion. "The initial invigoration Kayle felt from the contagion was the withering curse taking effect. While she was immune to the disease itself, she was the only one susceptible to the hidden magic beneath it - we now suspect that the Judicator was the true target."

Institute officials were able to cleanse the curse after some experimentation. "I feel renewed", said Kayle. "It was as though my own power had been suppressed deep within me. My abilities feel stronger than ever before. I eagerly await my next visit to the Fields of Justice." League artificers were able to repair Kayle's armor as well, giving it the glowing luster of fresh enchantment.

The Institute of War will continue to research the withering curse for further leads. was quickly identified as a suspect but she denied involvement. As no true evidence has been discovered, no action has been taken against her. "If there is one being in Runeterra who would find a way to work dark magic right under the nose of the League itself, it would be my sister", said Kayle. "I, however, await evidence from the Institute. Justice will be served."

Members of the Bandle City Tenderfeets, a premier yordle youth organization, were saddened to discover that their semi-annual bake sale had been robbed of its decorative balloons on Friday morning. The burglary occurred just minutes before the sale was scheduled to begin when the sale's young yordle hosts and a handful of their supervisors were the only witnesses at the scene.

"We were almost finished setting up", said Colin Dee, a first-year member of the Tenderfeets. "It took us all morning to make everything look nice. We started bringing out the cupcakes and cookies when bunches of our balloons started vanishing. They were pulled into some kind of black hole - it only took a few seconds, and they were gone!" Supervisors present at the bake sale reportedly began searching the area on suspicion of a magical threat, but the perpetrator was not found and no other damages were done.

League champions and, who attended the bake sale in support of the Tenderfeets, voiced some concern over the burglary. "There's something else going on", commented Teemo. "If the burglar really wanted to ruin the bake sale, he would've stolen the cupcakes. Why the balloons? If there's one thing I learned when I was a Tenderfoot myself, it was to never underestimate an enemy. Even an enemy who steals balloons!"

After the area was deemed secure, the bake sale commenced as planned, though its young hosts seemed to have lost their enthusiasm. "The bake sale is usually so festive", said Dyna Halison, mother of two members and a regular bake sale patron, "but this really seemed to break their spirits - it was heartbreaking to see the children so shaken and upset. Who would try to ruin an event that benefits children? I bought twice as many cookies this year to cheer them up!"

The Tenderfeets finished out the bake sale an hour earlier than planned, having sold all of their goods. Supervisors reported that the influx of customers, either in sympathy for the children or in curiosity following the burglary, actually boosted sales far beyond expectations.

"We've been more successful than we were in the past several bake sales", commented one supervisor. "We probably raised enough to afford new uniforms and a field trip into the Sablestone Mountains. Perhaps we owe our thanks to this balloon burglar, after all!"

With the joining the League, some people have asked if the League is violating its own policy on necromancy. I would like to clarify that necromancy is permitted for use on the Fields of Justice by champions; it's only forbidden for use within the Institute or by Institute officials. Champions have contracts with the League, although they are not directly employed or commanded by it. There are some caveats to that statement but it's generally true for these purposes. Beyond all that, the new champion's method is... somewhat different than what is currently classified as necromancy.



"I have a question for Professor Stanwick Pididly regarding . From what I've seen, Urgot is a death machine, and I'm curious as to why you haven't made some attempt to mass-produce. I personally can't think of a scarier team than 5 Urgots, especially with the way work. Imagine getting hit with acid and having 5 immediate  flying toward you. I understand volunteers for the project may be scarce but, seeing as how the project would either take place in  Zaun or Noxus... I'm sure you could find a way to acquire a few subjects... " -- Wipey

Professor Pididly, despite how often he appears in the headlines, is quite a recluse. I had to requisition the escort of Zaunite authorities in order to properly pound the streets to find him. It's anybody's guess what he's up to at any given moment in time:

"Ah, this question. Yes, it's true that several Urgot models would make for quite a devastating squad. However, you should not underestimate the resilience of the man inside the machine. It takes a very special sort to survive the procedure but it takes an exceptional specimen to endure once it's complete. I have, as you say, acquired other subjects for testing, and where some of them made it to mechanization, they all universally succumbed to... unfortunate after-effects. I believe we've tackled the problem of the body rejecting the prosthesis; it seems that the primary obstacle, now, is the mind. I am of the opinion that Urgot's raw hatred is what keeps him alive, even battling back from behind the jaws of death."



"Dear Pentakill: As a new summoner, I have been hard at work training, working with several champions who share my style. One such champion, and the frontman for the band Pentakill, is the Master of Metal himself: . Although he has joined forces with the musically talented  to make a band to bring the life-changing music of metal to the League, it confuses me that there are only two members:  guitar and  keyboard. After giving it some thought, I would like to ask the frontman himself if he has any plans at all for additions to the band and what new heights he has in store for them." -- Lemarius

Getting a backstage pass to a Pentakill show is perhaps the next most difficult thing to getting to interview champions after League matches. Nonetheless, I fought through legions of spiky, thrashing Pentakill enthusiasts to get you Mordekaiser's response:

"Pentakill is recruiting. We get lots of applications. One new member is coming soon. You will all suffer his brutal wrath."



"This question is regarding the article on summoning, last issue. said that a summoner must pull a certain being from all life on Runeterra (or beyond?). This caused me to think: could you summon something other than a champion? I imagine such rules are in place in the League to prevent summoners from doing this, but could a rogue summoner pull it off?" -- Mykiel

For the most part, the League recruits all those with the talent for summoning. It is a very complicated magic which is exceedingly difficult to master without the diligent tutelage of an experienced summoner. It is, of course, illegal to summon any creature from this or any other world against its will without the prior consent of the League. At the end of the Rune Wars, this was not the case, which is why we have some of the champions present in the League today. Accepting that there is an individual with such talent out there, he would likely provoke the League's attention by using magic of that magnitude. Valoran is constantly monitored in order to ensure our security - our misuse of magic nearly destroyed us all and we're committed to avoiding any future mistakes, at all cost.

1 July, 21 CLE
 * -|XXIV=



Things went from worse to worst in Kalamanda today as General Boram Darkwill and his accompanying platoon of Raedsel Guardsman were found slain on the roads not far from the village. The massacre was discovered by a Noxian company dispatched from Kalamanda to rendezvous with and escort Darkwill and his men across the last leg of the journey.

Analysis of the scene indicates that the entire troop was eliminated with terrifying efficiency. Noxian scouts haven't found any traces of an attacking force or any signs of survivors. The caravan seems to have been taken completely by surprise, which is confusing considering that the site of the ambush is flat and open with little vegetation or terrain. Swain ordered that the bodies of every slain Noxian soldier be put to fire, as is the Noxian ceremony for fallen ranking officers in wartime conditions.

"This atrocity could only have been perpetrated by one group", insisted Jericho Swain, the presiding Noxian authority in Kalamanda. "The Raedsel Guard is comprised of Noxus' most ruthless and vicious soldiers. A platoon of Raedsel is worth a regiment of infantrymen. I don't know how the Demacians overcame them before they could signal our forces in Kalamanda, but no other military on this continent could mount such an assault. This is a clear declaration of war."

In a public response, King Jarvan III of Demacia decried the attack. "This is a horrific tragedy. It's no secret that Demacian and Noxian forces have opposed each other on numerous occasions, but General Darkwill and I were able, after so much conflict, to put our rivalries aside for the greater good. I did not order this attack. I would never do anything to threaten the peace we have forged. I am willing to cooperate in any way necessary to prove the truth of these claims."

Swain's declined Jarvan's invitation to discuss the situation, which may indicate that the damage is already done. The last remaining natives of Kalamanda, including the mayor and his councilmen, have been evacuated from the region. Security at the Demacian camp has increased, though soldiers have been carefully instructed to make no show of aggression.

For the fragile time being, the sleepy village of Kalamanda remains calm as all of Valoran waits to see Swain's next move.

Residents at the Institute of War and along the Demacian border found themselves awakened in the middle of the night by a strange burst of sunlight long before the morning hours. Institute officials suspect Mt. Targon as the event's point of origin and have dispatched investigators to the area.

Late last night, a thick layer of clouds blocked most of the moon and starlight throughout southwestern Demacia and the wetlands south of the Institute of War. Multiple witness accounts throughout the area claim that a beam of intense sunlight pierced this veil of clouds and brightened the land for miles around its point of origin for nearly ten minutes. "I thought I might be going mad! The late nights get to me sometimes but not like this", said Rhyvian Nazar, a Demacian patrolman stationed near the border. "It was like someone had called down the sun itself."

Many residents at the Institute of War offer similar accounts of the event. "I woke up and I thought it must be morning. From here, we could clearly see a beam of sunlight pour down through the clouds over Mt. Targon", said one member of the Institute's night guard. "I could see the mountain's silhouette perfectly on the horizon." Normally, Mt. Targon is only visible from the Institute during the day and only when the sky is cloudless. It is never visible at night.

Given the probable connection between the event and Mt. Targon, Institute officials reached League champion  for comment. Pantheon is native to Mt. Targon and his tribe, the, live upon its slopes. "There is a small sect of the Rakkor who devote their lives to the worship of the sun rather than the glory of war", Pantheon told authorities. "They are a small, but vital, aspect of our culture but none of them hold the power to perform such a feat as to call down the sun itself... ... ". The Artisan of War declined to comment further.

The event does not seem to have had any immediately adverse effects on the environment or the populated areas near the Demacian border. While some believe the strange event to be naught but another of Runeterra's strange magical phenomena, Institute investigation will remain vigorous. "This is magic unlike anything we've ever witnessed", said Mycroft Zimmer of the Institute's Division of Magical Disturbances. "As part of the Institute's mandate on cataloging and analyzing all magical energies in Valoran, identifying the cause of this anomaly has become our top priority."

League champion 's record-breaking zeppelin 'Tailwind', unveiled earlier this year, has defeated the Zaunite flagship 'Lead Zeppelin' at the annual Techmaturgical Conference in Piltover. Zaunite competitors contested the victory, claiming that the new 'chrono-propeller' engine of the Tailwind allowed the craft to navigate through 's storms utterly unfettered. Conference officials, however, overruled their protest.

Tensions between Piltover and Zaun have grown heated over the past few months leading up to the Conference. The technology behind Piltover's chrono-propeller engine has been a source of strain on the Piltovan side, as the design reportedly had not seen thorough testing prior to the race. "We could not have known whether or not the new engine's time manipulation magic would work at all. In fact, it isn't even perfected", said Janna, the Tailwind's pilot. "We will be researching the full capabilities of our chrono-propeller for years to come."

The highly-anticipated race began in Piltover and turned westward, following a day-long course along the Ironspike Mountains to Zaun. The racing zeppelins then made the treacherous journey across Bluewind Bay, notorious for its early summer storms. "The bay stretch of the race is always the most dramatic", said race coordinator Flint Mackay. "I've seen airships struck by lightning plenty of times in my day, or blown terribly off course by the wind. Even if someone's ahead for most of the race, everything comes down to the bay."

This year, Zaun's 'Lead Zeppelin' maintained a strong lead from the race's start in Piltover. The Zaunite flagship, a powerhouse of black metal and Zaunite techmaturgy, has claimed victory at the Conference for the past four years. As the two zeppelins crossed the bay, however, the Tailwind's chrono-propeller engine secured Piltover's victory.

"The chrono-propeller's magic worked well enough to project a small temporal zone around the Tailwind", explained League champion, who assisted in the propeller's design. "While the Zaunites suffered through the whims of the storm, our temporal manipulation allowed us to pass through the storm as though it didn't exist around us - we were suspended in another time. A better, less stormy time."

After the Tailwind sailed into Piltover hours before Zaun's Lead Zeppelin, Zaunite representatives immediately contested the victory, claiming that the chrono-propeller gave Piltover an unfair advantage. Conference officials overruled the protest: "The spirit of the Techmaturgical Conference is innovation", explained Ezzle Springworthy, one of the race's judges. "Piltover's victory demonstrates their superior innovation over Zaun in the field of zeppelin techmaturgy. We will not revoke this victory."

League champions Janna and Zilean expressed their excitement to continue their work on the chrono-propeller in preparation for next year's race while Zaunite competitors noted their intention to 'make something better'.

From Bandle City to Kalamanda to the Institute of War, it's been another long week of dramatic and strange events across the whole of Valoran. Let it be known that the Journal of Justice staff, after such consistent chaos, takes great pleasure in reading and answering mail from you, our loyal readers.



"My question is for ... or maybe about him, or it, depending on circumstances. Is the marvelous and/or grotesque purple metamorphosis permanent? Or does he have the choice to be in that state and continues to be? Can he continue his beloved research as his other persona? I would enjoy more insight on one of my most favored summoned champions." -- Keatz

Among Zaunites, such a thing as Mundo's 'purple metamorphosis' is not entirely unusual. Many citizens who volunteer themselves to Zaun's alchemists and chemists in the spirit of scientific pursuit exhibit similar visible results of such endeavors, be it violet skin or teeth that glow in the dark, and bear them proudly. Dr. Mundo, however, is among a small few to perform such experimentation on himself. I interrupted one such session, in which the Doctor had amassed a collection of no less than twenty vials of strange, viscous fluid connected by tube to his own flesh, to garner an answer to your questions:

"Mundo prefer 'marvelous', not 'grotesque'. Mundo like purple, and so do Mundo's fans. Mundo could perform scientific endeavor to reverse effects of other experiments if he pleased, but Mundo enjoy being walking image of Zaunite progress."



"It occurs to me that champions and  share striking similarities: neither champion chose the life of a League champion, both have bodies consisting of the raw material of the natural world, and both once occupied a much simpler existence in their natural environments. Have the two of them over conversed on these similar origins?" -- Agamond

At the Institute of War, both Maokai and Malphite prefer solitude and introspection to engagement with their champion fellows. I managed, however, to coax a response from Malphite as he meditated near the caverns surrounding the Institute:

"Yes. Maokai. We bear the same burden... the longing for peace. But Maokai lets his rage consume him. He sees only the curse of life, not its gift. With a curse, we are doomed to pain and torment. With a gift, we gain the power to fight for peace. Nonetheless... I am proud to call the Twisted Treant my ally."



"" -- ZaineDraconis

I must admit my shock: LeBlanc has, in the past, expressed a pointed disinterest in answering the questions we bring to her. I hope you are as pleased, as I am surprised, that LeBlanc spent a long while reviewing and crafting a response to your inquiries. It was her personal request that I deliver this to you exactly as she quoted it to me:

''"

"''

22 July, 21 CLE
 * -|XXV=



The collective fears of Valoran have been realized in Kalamanda as the standoff between Noxus and Demacia has escalated to all-out war. Initial estimates put casualties in the hundreds, with reports continuing to flood in. The High Councilors of the League of Legends called for an emergency assembly of League and city-state representatives as soon as fighting broke out but they have yet to release an official statement.

It appears that Prince Jarvan IV of Demacia struck the first blow against General Swain of Noxus. According to eyewitnesses, Swain was making his usual rounds of the Noxian camp when he was ambushed by Jarvan, who was lurking in shadows nearby. The two became locked in combat and soldiers from both camps immediately engaged each other in efforts to come to their aid.

"Jarvan has always been a bit of a hothead but it's hard to imagine him starting the fight, with stakes like these", commented, who has recently been in negotiations with Demacia following Freljord's ascension to city-state status. "Those two have always had a special hatred for each other, though. If anyone would get to him, it would be Swain."

Though battle between these embittered rivals has been heated, ambassadors from both sides have pledged that their forces will refrain from the use of unsanctioned magic. Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon, spokesman for Noxus, called it a 'steel and slugs' engagement, employing the Noxian military term for a physical-only wartime operation. This doesn't offer much reassurance to neighboring villages but it has bought the League some breathing space while it strategizes a response.

Neither army appears to have gained a significant advantage over the other. The bulk of the fighting has taken place on the fields just outside the village's primary dig site but the contested area is gradually expanding. Prince Jarvan hasn't been seen on the battlefield since his initial clash with Swain but Noxus' Master Tactician has stridden the front lines, issuing commands and urging his troops onward.

Jarvan's absence has caused a great degree of speculation that the Prince may have been killed or captured but Demacian forces have not faltered. Their morale has been bolstered by and the Dauntless Vanguard, whose efforts have stymied the Noxian offensive at nearly every turn. King Jarvan III has reportedly donned his own royal armor, although his exact position remains a mystery. Wherever he is, it's fair to say is at his side.

The League has been somewhat tight-lipped about its reaction to this tragic turn of events but High Councilor Heywan Relivash has promised that he plans to respond with 'swift and decisive' action.

Since the death of Boram Darkwill two weeks ago, the Noxian High Command has existed in a state of unrest and contention. Despite raging debates, the successor to the Grand General's empty seat remains unclear.

According to Noxian scholars, the Grand Generals of Noxus have historically risen to power through unrivaled military success and support. However, Boram Darkwill's unusually long reign saw the creation of the League of Legends. "With the oversight of the Institute of War, we have fallen upon a time of relative peace", said Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon. "The role of High Command has changed. We negotiate, we manage the provinces and territories under the Noxian banner, we govern. We are peackeepers. It is difficult to evaluate any one General without the visceral results that war once gave us."

At the head of the dispute is the late Grand General's youngest son,. While he does not hold a General's rank, he has an impressive military record. Keiran oversaw Noxus' acquisition of Askay and Meland last year and is also responsible for driving back the tribes of the Great Barrier. "With the situation in Kalamanda grown dire, we have no time for games", said Keiran. "It is only right that the seat of the Grand General remains with the Darkwill line." Darkwill's eldest son, Draythe, has yet to address the public following his father's death.

While Keiran Darkwill does hold a strong following, he is not without opposition. The death of Boram Darkwill has revived investigation of General Du Couteau's disappearance, an effort driven by his daughters: and. General Du Couteau was largely considered Boram Darkwill's most trusted and skilled General until he vanished late last year.

"If my father were here today, he would stand the undisputed successor to Darkwill", commented Katarina. "It is too great a coincidence to ignore that the two most powerful men in Noxus have been removed from their positions in so short a span of time."

Even as High Command remains in turmoil, a great deal of interest lies with General Jericho Swain. As a League of Legends champion, he remains the most recognizable face of the Noxian High Command, and his military record is exceptional. "Even in his absence, members of High Command have voiced support to his name", Hawkmoon said. "As it stands, Jericho Swain is the presiding General on Noxus' only warfront. That is more than most Generals can boast."

General Swain, occupied in Kalamanda, could not be reached for comment.

Blimey! It's a blustery day here at the port in the city-state of Zaun. Shame that every sailing vessel not flying a black pennant has her sails furled up tighter than the bark on a tree! See, Zaun ordered that the shipping lanes be cleared while a Noxian convoy takes on merchandise and gets headed back towards the home country. While this means the dockside is busier than a handsome barmaid back home in Bilgewater, it also means that every honest sailor unfortunate enough to drop anchor in Zaun since the regrettable business with the late, great Boram Darkwill might as well be in dry dock.

Despite assurances from Zaun's Board of Directors that they aren't involved in trading wartime supplies, the streets have been positively buzzing with rumors concerning what might be boarding a fleet of Noxian state-ships that's so important they don't want anyone else's vessels moored within spitting distance. The Noxians haven't exactly been forthcoming with information on what they happen to be transporting out of Runeterra's fair industrial paradise, either. Suffice to say that - given that this is Zaun - it could be just about anything. One thing's for certain, however: whatever it is, Noxus and Zaun are willing to disrupt open trade with a number of other nations to ensure that it makes it out to sea without incident. The ports haven't been this empty of merchant ships since the last time Piltover and Zaun were launching warships across the bay at one another!

Matter of fact, the only blighter outside the Noxian Navy that's still loading freight on a day like today is an eccentric chap by the name of Darin the Daring, who owns a blimp tourism service on the outskirts of the city. The chant is that the bloke's fond of boasting that he once defeated, the Storm's Fury, in a zeppelin race. While he's probably more pumped full of hot air than one of his balloons, the cheeky little upstart's all there enough to have the presence of mind to retrofit his fleet to profit from the shipping crisis. He's got every merchant worried about making his quota lined up down the street trying to book their cargo out for a trip on one of his blimps! And while he's prospering in the meantime, it's certainly not making him any friends down on the waterfront.

If being landlocked isn't enough to get an honest sailor fuming, being laid up with a bad case of cabin fever watching Darin's Daring Dirigible Delivery cruise off with your profits is bound to raise a few pulses. Presently, this particular string of cancelled shipments has only resulted in a long series of benders and perhaps a few honest brawls between seamen. But the tension's still mounting and there's no telling what a good and honorable mariner might get himself up to after he's been sat landlocked in a dockside tavern for a bit too long.

To our faithful readers: with the assassination of Boram Darkwill, we mourn a world leader who stood, at the founding of the League of Legends, a pioneer of progress. The Grand General put aside the aspirations of Noxus for the greater good of us all. Today, we bear witness to the first open warfare on Valoran's soil since the day of founding twenty-one years ago. In these dire times, dear readers, stay strong and have faith: the League of Legends stands an indomitable and unwavering guardian of this land. You will be protected.



"My question is addressed to : your will for the preservation of the Wuju style deserves the utmost admiration, as many who would face the trials that you have would merely crumble while you choose to face them unwavering in the face of adversity. However, there is one such trial that you have yet to face: time. As all in existence knows, time is ever-flowing and, although it can be manipulated through magic, it is never driven from its course. I am sure that one with such awareness as you should have already contemplated that time is your greatest enemy against your will for preservation of the Wuju style, since you are but the only one left preserving it. I was wondering if you are considering taking on a disciple so that you may pass on your skills to another so that Wuju may continue to live on? Or maybe you already have a disciple that we are not aware of: a secret apprentice?" -- J. R. Kishi

Master Yi often spends his time meditating and training near the Great Barrier, south of the Institute of War. I managed to intercept him on his way to one of these sessions. The Wuju Bladesman, with a knowing smirk, offered this answer to your question:

"I suppose it will not remain a secret forever. The tenets of Wuju dictate that a master must not seek an apprentice. Rather, the apprentice must come to the master. As the last disciple of the Wuju style, I struggled with this tenet for many years, but patience has served me well: my has come to me. Wuju will live on."



" is great. I've always been a decent Rumble summoner and now I ask him this question: are you able to upgrade Tristy to a less rusted up state? I mean, the League would have to allow some kind of payment or materials you can use to turn Tristy into a real terror on the battlefield. She seems very flimsy when not paired with support. (Also, I was wondering if you had a crush on . Just because you're both from Bandle City and your machine shares a similar name... )" -- B. R.

Rumble recently established a workshop at the Institute of War to occupy during his stays here and, I must say, he's been one of our most vocal residents. As I entered his workshop, a potato whizzed past my head and spattered into the hallway beyond, launched by what appeared to be a stack of bottomless pots and pans, a dislodged kitchen sink, and a burnt fuse. Rumble called it a 'test model':

"Tristy? What do you mean 'a less rusted state'? She's perfect just the way she is! I've already had more than one complaint about how strong I built her. It's just like I said: Tristy's real yordle tech. Even if she could get any stronger, she'd wreck anyone who came within three feet of her! And, um... your second question... I-I don't know what you’re talking about!"



"In my travels, I met some of the Rakkor but, despite being flattered to learn that my favorite champion is, they did not want to clear my doubts about the people and the traditions of the Rakkor. My question is: who gave you your weapons, Pantheon? And how was your training until you left Mt. Targon?" -- Dewars

With 's acceptance into the League of Legends, the subject of the Rakkor has come up frequently at the Institute. The Artisan of War was eager to offer you a response:

"The Rakkor have no concept of 'training'. For my people, what you call 'training' is the height of childhood experience. We relish the day we first enter the arena with our peers, wielding wooden shields, spears, and swords. We live for the dream of one day receiving a relic-weapon. Mine - my spear and shield - belonged to a warrior called Zeonia, long ago. One day, when I die in glorious battle, they will be passed on again."

28 July, 21 CLE
 * -|Breaking News=



In an unprecedented show of force, the League of Legends conjured a temporal stasis bubble over the entirety of Kalamanda, trapping the warring forces of Noxus and  Demacia in a mid-battle state of suspension. The soldiers inside will be extracted and returned to their homes, but the League has pronounced the village and its immediate surroundings uninhabitable.

Last night, the League sent four hundred summoners to the far edges of the Kalamanda conflict, transporting with them a small nexus that was, according to scholars of the Arcanum Majoris, a centerpiece of the Arcanum Vault. Utilizing ancient Urtistani techniques refined by League champion, these summoners undertook an enchantment the magnitude of which hasn't been seen in Valoran since the Rune Wars.

"Our appeals for an immediate cessation of hostilities went unheeded by the rulers of Noxus and Demacia", stated Kiersta Mandrake, High Councilor, in a public address the following morning. "Never before has the resolve of the League of Legends been so brazenly and frivolously tested. We are not a governing body, we are not enforcers, we are the collective will of the citizens of Valoran and we demand a new future. Runeterra will not, cannot, support the wanton use of magic any longer, and we, as a people, refuse to accept lives set against a backdrop of war."

Though aware of the gravity of such measures, League officials decided that definitive action was necessary. A great deal of care was devoted to ensuring that Runeterra sustained the least possible destruction as a result of the spell. "Calling this spell dangerous is like calling the Guardian's Sea wet", said Heywan Relivash, High Councilor of the League and overseer of the operation. "A considerable amount of the ecological danger was instead transferred upon our summoners, as the complete energy of the nexus was drawn and channeled through their bodies. One summoner's misstep would have likely cost all their lives. Fortunately, no misstep was made. The nexus itself was expended in the process - a treasured artifact sacrificed to minimize the environmental risk. That such a resource was expended to prevent what may have become a ruinous war is at once a tragic waste and the most noble possible cause."

Though experts believe the damage to Runeterra is minimal, they have determined that the area occupied by the bubble will be magically unstable for decades. Soldier extraction has already begun and will continue through the coming weeks. It will be a slow and intensive process, as Zilean believes improper extraction may lead to chrono-displasia, a disease he himself endures.

League surveyors have been dispatched to the village to assess the true extent of the damage as well as to determine if there would be any way to speed its restoration. The League made arrangements for the families of Kalamanda residents, accepting responsibility for restricting them from their own homes.

For now, the war seems to have stopped. Ambassadors from Noxus and Demacia have taken residence in the Institute of War as they negotiate the safe return of their soldiers as well as terms for a peaceful resolution to this conflict.

4 August, 21 CLE
 * -|XXVI=



Just days after the League's unprecedented intervention against Noxus and  Demacia's war in Kalamanda, a portion of the magically contaminated region has been found to be salvageable and will be repurposed into an official Field of Justice. As construction begins, representatives from Noxus and Demacia have arrived at the Institute of War to negotiate a resolution to their ongoing conflict.

During the League's evaluation of Kalamanda this weekend, surveyors discovered that the mining grounds, located between the two nexuses unearthed last year, had suffered far less damage than the surrounding village. "We believe the nexuses absorbed and stabilized a great deal of the magic that would have otherwise rendered the mining grounds as uninhabitable and unstable as the rest of Kalamanda", said Master Summoner Randall Portero, Lead Field of Justice Surveyor for the League. "It will be an enormous task but we can bend what magic remains within the area to power a Field of Justice."

The decision was announced late last night by High Councilor Heywan Relivash at the Institute of War to a gathered group of summoners, refugees, and city-state representatives. "After the dire events of last week, we believed Kalamanda lost to us, doomed to remain a stain upon the landscape and the history of Valoran. Through this initiative, we may reclaim Kalamanda. We may transform a shattered warfront into a place for political resolution without direct conflict. This Field of Justice will stand a symbol of prevailing peace and a reminder of why the League of Legends exists."

Those gathered for the announcement responded in great favor to the initiative. "While the people of Kalamanda mourn the loss of our home, what happened there must never be forgotten", said Mayor Anson Ridley, speaking for the town's displaced refugees.

As League surveyors, masons, and artificers begin construction in Kalamanda, Noxian and Demacian ambassadors continue negotiations at the Institute of War. King Jarvan III arrived to represent Demacia and, as no Grand General has been determined, represents Noxus. As of this morning, no resolution has come to light.

"The news of a new Field of Justice is heartening indeed", commented League champion, who has presided over negotiations alongside the High Councilors, "but the threat of war still lingers in the halls of the Institute. This is but a momentary respite: we have not yet found peace."

Those of us fortunate enough to have survived the wars before the League shall suffer no difficulty recalling the horrors committed by the Noxian war machine. These are undoubtedly painful memories for all of us, yet in the wake of the events in Kalamanda, we must again confront them.

Noxus left our families broken: the children of these wars grew up without mothers and fathers. Even twenty one years after the formation of the League of Legends, we still feel the sting of these wounds. We remember, too, that such wounds are not unique to Demacia alone. Our compatriots in Ionia faced near-unspeakable atrocities at the hands of Noxian soldiers and their reckless chemists. Remember the Freljordian tribes butchered in Noxus' Pacification Campaign in the north. Imagine the faces of their children standing among our own in Demacian orphanages, robbed of a peaceful life by warmongering villains who, if not for the unfaltering devotion of the Demacian army, would have poisoned the soil of Valoran with blood, from sea to sea.

Some would place the blame for this war upon Demacia, claiming us hypocrites and conspirators. People of Valoran, know this: Demacia has once again heard the call of justice to strike down a state that would smile to see the people of Valoran on their knees. We follow the Measured Tread: "In our eternal forward march, we must stomp out evil all across Valoran wherever it may grow. Leave no stone unturned: the roots of one ignored weed will inevitably corrupt the whole of the garden."

Citizens of Demacia, do not falter in your convictions: when Prince raised his spear against General Jericho Swain, he did not do so to begin a war. Our prince, in proud Demacian tradition, took arms against a state that wears the skin of a sheep to hide wolf's teeth. We strike to sever Noxus from Valoran like a diseased limb. Never again will we allow the insatiable bloodlust of the Noxian army to gnaw upon the peace provided by the League of Legends: at Noxus' every step, Demacia will hold the line - for justice and for peace.

Demacia: now and forever.

While a history draped in the glory of combat has hardened the citizenry of Noxus with the expectation of loss, we stand in the wake of a truly unprecedented event in our proud nation's history. Never before has a General of High Command been struck down so cruelly or senselessly. Our ancient rivals - having stooped lower than ever in their thirst for our blood - have awakened in us a rage beyond comprehension. Day and night, the howl of our citizen soldiers can be heard echoing through the streets and alleys, amid the drums of war and the sharpening of blades. The forges shall burn long into the night as the war machine of Noxus turns!

While the High Council of Equity has, in their infinite wisdom, seen fit to intercede against us on behalf of these violators of the League's peace, the people of Noxus remain defiant as ever. With our Eternal General Boram Darkwill struck down, we rally to the side of our esteemed council of commanders. The members of High Command have put aside their personal vendettas for honor's sake, instead focusing their efforts on a single, shared agenda: to revenge a wrongdoing against our Empire and the people's pride that cannot be allowed to stand.

While our counterattack might be stymied by League intervention for the time being, they cannot change the resolve that beats in the heart of this defiant warrior of the Empire. Proclaiming our fervor unmerited, they would bid us do nothing while they squabble and debate over the right course. If this is an unjust war, it is one begat not through the hypocrisy of a state-founded pretense of virtue, but the practice of treachery.

It was Demacia's own crown prince that struck the first blow after our legions held their disciplined reserve following their leader's assassination. The League's accusations of warmongering are as slanderous as they are unfounded and their refusal to serve justice against these self-righteous murders will not be soon forgotten within our hallowed walls. The time for discourse has passed. A storm is coming and our memory is long.

Forever strong!

These past few weeks in Valoran have been tumultuous, dear readers. Summoners and citizens alike have written to us concerning the League's controversial actions in Kalamanda, both in support and in furious dissent. Let it be known that your voices do not go unheard. Since the time of its inception, the League of Legends has been an entity tasked only with the defense of Valoran. The League is not a government but its measures, even when drastic, are not above the criticism and dissatisfaction of the citizens we strive to protect. Citizens of Valoran: speak as you will and the League will answer.



"I realize that the Journal of Justice is not, directly, the voice of the Institute itself. However, you are also those who are the most closely aligned with the Institute. As such, I would like to dictate an open letter to the High Council of Equity of the proud Institute I have served with such dedication:

''You have betrayed my trust. The League was formed as an entity meant to bring peace and stability to Runeterra. A fine goal. However, in this most recent action, I believe that the League has presumed too much. You have risked the lives of hundreds of summoners, destabilized an entire region, and destroyed a priceless magical artifact. You have risked the life and sanity of every soldier inside this dark magic you have cast, just as much as the war before it, with the dark specter of chrono-displasia looming.''

''And who gave you the right to make this momentous, hard-hitting decision? No one. You have spoken to no other authority save yourselves. You have not discussed this momentous cost and danger with any other city-state, for them to weigh in on the value of the lives of the Institute's finest or its artifacts, for other options to be put forth. This rash, costly action makes me fear for Valoran, which has put so much stock into the good judgment of this High Council. There was no magic in this conflict. The battleground had been evacuated. Those at risk wanted to be at risk. You had the time to come to a reasonable solution. I am disappointed."'' -- Mädchen, summoner of Noxus

High Councilor Kiersta Mandrake herself offered this response to your concern:

"Every one of the summoners involved in the pacification of Kalamanda participated willingly. That aside, your concern is well-founded, but understand this: the contamination of Kalamanda is regrettable but it is a necessary sacrifice for the safety of all Valoran. Our concern was not whether or not the soldiers of Noxus and Demacia had utilized magic, but the knowledge that any war will inevitably spread across the land. The League of Legends, with the interest of Valoran's citizens at stake, could not allow such a threat to remain unchecked."



"I am certain that I speak for many citizens of Valoran when I say that I thank the League of Legends for the intervention in Kalamanda. Given her standing amongst the highest summoners of the League, I am curious as to what League champion Kayle has to say about the situation, however." -- Tourniquette

The Judicator has been heavily involved in overseeing the negotiations between Noxus and Demacia at the Institute of War. In response to your question, Kayle stated the following:

"The League of Legends has acted upon its primary reason for existence: to protect the citizens of Valoran. Noxus and Demacia acted in selfish and reckless disregard for the armistice established twenty one years ago. The actions taken against to cease their destructive engagement are just - I have seen firsthand what unchecked war can do to a people and I can say no measure, however dramatic, is too severe to prevent it. All that remains to be seen is whether or not the truly guilty parties involved will meet justice as well."



"Your recent Breaking News article in the Journal of Justice regarding the forced pacification of the conflict at Kalamanda has brought some disturbing thoughts to my mind. The High Councilor is quoted, stating "we are not a governing body, we are not enforcers, we are the collective will of the citizens of Valoran and we demand a new future", and yet I very much see enforcers of a will. Although this time the will of the League may match that of the people of Valoran, can we always assume it will? Within the League now sits the most powerful artifacts and magicians in Runeterra. There is no balancing force. Who makes sure the League remains true to the wishes of the people? Even though the League managed to stop the fighting at Kalamanda, the area is now magically unstable - the same sort of magical instability that the League was created to prevent. It is a slippery road. Today's reasons may be just, but can we always say the same of tomorrow's?

These thoughts weigh heavily on my heart and I would hear the words of any champion who would be willing to comment, although I am particularly interested in what the Kinkou, the self-proclaimed keepers of Balance, have to say about this disturbing turn of events." -- F. E.

League champion, present at the Institute of War following the League's intervention in Kalamanda, was able to offer a response to your inquiry:

"The Kinkou have reflected upon the League's actions in Kalamanda a great deal. As the days pass, we focus upon one principle: order, often times, rises from chaos. To enact judgment upon the situation now would be to strike without true understanding, as it is the purpose of the League of Legends to maintain harmony within Valoran. Whether or not that purpose has been fulfilled remains to be seen. The Kinkou remain watchful."

24 August, 21 CLE
 * -|XXVII=



The plans of the mastermind behind the Horseshoe Heist and Balloon Burglary - none other than, the Tiny master of Evil himself - nearly came to fruition yesterday morning in a grand attempt to abduct Bandle City's beloved Mothership. While his plans were foiled by a migrating flock of geese, Veigar managed to escape the city following his defeat. The Mothership itself was unharmed by the ordeal.

Over the past few weeks, the Institute of War has worked alongside the Scouts of the Mothership on investigation of the Horseshoe Heist and the Balloon Burglary in Bandle City. The Scouts of the Mothership confirmed a connection between the two events based on similar traces of magical energy left behind at the respective crime scenes. As the Scouts prepared to continue their investigation yesterday, Veigar reportedly appeared in a burst of dark magic atop the yordles' famed Mothership. "We had the magical evidence but we hardly needed it: he'd tied the horseshoes to the stolen balloons and enchanted them both", said one Scout representative.

Veigar's plan quickly became obvious: the horseshoes' shape allowed them to slip perfectly under the curved metal of the Mothership’s nose cone and his enchanted balloons threatened to lift the Mothership from the ground. A crowd of yordles gathered at the scene gasped as the metal groaned under the strain of the tugging balloons.

The Tiny Master of Evil addressed the crowd: "Just try to laugh at me now, foolish yordles! We'll see how long your pathetic 'unity' lasts without your precious Mothership!" When one concerned onlooker asked what he planned to do with the abducted Mothership, Veigar paused, then replied: "... don't bother me with the details!"

As Veigar spoke to the gathered yordles, a flock of sharp-winged thresher geese approached from the west. Veigar remained oblivious to their presence: "He was too busy talking to notice", said Colin Dee, a Tenderfoot victim of the Balloon Burglary and witness at the Mothership. "He should've known, though. Even first-year Tenderfeets know that it's sharp-winged thresher geese season right now." The flock of predatory birds passed above the Mothership and sliced though all but one of Veigar's enchanted balloons, deflating them immediately.

In the face of impending and accidental defeat, Veigar tugged the final balloon free of its horseshoe and began to rise into the sky, claiming that Bandle City 'hadn't seen the last of him' and that he would 'get them next time'. However, League champion Teemo, having just arrived at the Mothership, took aim and burst Veigar's last balloon with a single dart. The Tiny Master of Evil plummeted into the tree line just outside the city.

Bandle City officials were unable to locate the Tiny Master of Evil following his escape from the battle, noting that it is likely he escaped through magical means. Most efforts were focused on inspection of the Mothership, which, despite its preexisting state of disarray, had miraculously suffered no apparent damage.

Many onlookers, however, commented in disdain that the Mothership appeared to have shifted 'just slightly to the left'.



An anonymous tip led the remaining Demacian guards in Kalamanda to the remnants of the local prison last night, resulting in a scuffle with an unidentified intruder. The suspect was caught searching the same ward in which the Demacian prisoner was assassinated in June. After a violent confrontation with the Might of Demacia and a host of guards, he escaped into the night. Investigators have since been unable to track him.

Before the outbreak of war in Kalamanda, a Demacian soldier who had publicly confessed to conspiracy against Noxus by order of  himself was mysteriously assassinated. He was found dead in his cell shortly after his confession, a victim of Nyzer poisoning, and investigators were unable to find any evidence left behind by the culprit.

Last night, however, Demacian representatives received an anonymous message hinting that the assassin would return to the prison to retrieve 'evidence left undiscovered'. , the Might of Demacia himself, led a group of responders to the prison shortly before midnight. "The assassination of Thom Garvin was Noxus' attempt to silence him", stated Garen. "Demacia will take every measure to ensure that those responsible are brought to justice."

At the prison, the small Demacian force discovered an unidentified intruder searching the cells. Garen reportedly ordered the man to stand down but a fight ensued nonetheless. "He was too fast with his blades", said Elim Relgar, one of the soldiers present at the scene. "Only Garen could match him. He almost had the intruder cornered but the bastard disappeared right out from under us."

Following the fight, investigators searching the area discovered no new evidence for the assassination of the Demacian prisoner. However, the intruder left behind several daggers and a torn note, pictured above. Thus far, the content of the note has yet to be deciphered.

League officials in Kalamanda will remain on watch for the mysterious individual in the coming days. Garen requested that a small group of Dauntless Vanguard join their patrol but the request was denied. "We have allowed small groups of Noxian and Demacian forces to oversee the extraction process and the construction of the Crystal Scar, provided they remember one thing: the war is over", stated High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye, overseeing the League's continued presence in Kalamanda. "The League will continue to quell any action that could result in renewed violence."

The rumor mill surrounding the Rabble Rouser's arrival in Zaun this past week has been spinning faster than a dazed, drunken yordle in a funhouse. There were many theories flying about, all of them absurd, all of them credible, and, ultimately, all of them wrong. Some said that he was here in town to look for inspiration towards his latest masterpiece by sampling the local brews. Others theorized that he'd heard of some dangerous new mixture and was here to drink himself under the table. And still others theorized that the Noxian guard force was simply a bit too on edge for him to fancy a visit, given the current political climate.

No one, it seemed, would have been willing to believe that there was no carousing on the agenda for our favorite rambunctious drunkard. But as it turns out, none of these popular rumors had landed anywhere close to the mark. Rather, the famed brewmaster was in town for business, not pleasure. Apparently, back at the Institute of War, he and Singed had been wheeling and dealing over distribution rights for some of Gragas' various famed concoctions.

Chairman Stanwick Pididily was less interested in the reason for Gragas' arrival and more interested in taking measures to keep him from laying waste to the city. After all, during a previous visitation, it's been said that the famed champion of the League inadvertently started one of the worst chemical fires in recent memory by upending a large tank of industrial coolant he'd mistaken for a cask of beer in a drunken haze. Three corporate properties were lost in the wake of the burnout, including the warehouse storing fireworks for that year's Snowdown festivities. The resulting explosion caused a city-wide panic, not to mention spoiling Snowdown spirit for the remainder of the season.

While Gragas' coveted concoctions were once so rare they were only attainable through the efforts of the most well-to-do connoisseurs, it appears as though the big man has decided to go global. Naturally, Zaun's position on the mainland, along with its well-established chemical industry, makes it a natural phase one in his distribution plan. They say Singed is already in the process of refitting some of his substantial factory holdings with proper liquor stills built completely to the specifications of his new business partner. But the Rabble Rouser himself has also confirmed that he has appointments to set up brewing operations for his various recipes in both the icy northern reaches of Freljord and back down in my old stomping grounds of  Bilgewater.

Raise your glass, mates, and have a toast to Gragas and Singed! The next time you're ready to toss one back in Runeterra's famous industrial paradise, you might be able to call for whatever the Rabble Rouser himself recommends! An exciting thought for both the drunk and the brave!

As construction of the Crystal Scar continues in Kalamanda, life in Runeterra has returned to some semblance of normalcy. Though tension between Noxus and Demacia remains high at the Institute of War, we may, for the first time in months, breathe a small sigh of relief. Without further ado, dear readers: the Mailbag of Justice.



" draws his power from earth magic through the resonance of crystals and gems. With the appearance of, whose race seems to share a similar magical link to crystals, I was wondering if the two have met and what their thoughts are on each other." -- Opacus02

Taric is a very reserved member of the League of Legends, and usually politely declines to comment in the Journal of Justice, but Skarner's emergence and arrival at the Institute of War did indeed catch his interest enough to offer you this response:

"I have come across many kinds of magic during my time in Runeterra. Until the arrival of Skarner, no magic in this land has struck so closely to that of my home. It is a bit presumptuous but I like to imagine that, perhaps, our worlds share a deeper connection than we think."



"I have a question for . If I do recall, he was forced to work for the League because he tried to kill many summoners. It must be hard to remain in a world where you were forced into creation from dreams before to a harsh reality. So my question to Nocturne is: how have you adapted to life outside dreams?" -- Sarnok73

The creature called 'Nocturne' is kept in an enchanted holding chamber within the Institute of War. His deeply ingrained hatred of summoners was apparent from the moment I approached: the room darkened unnaturally and Nocturne slashed his blades against the bars that divided us. I offered him your question and, at first, I believed that the creature would refuse to answer, but Nocturne cackled and hissed his disturbing reply:

"Adapted? I am a prisoner to the most vicious and merciless of wardens. You summoners imprison and enslave, yet I am the one called nightmare. I will never 'adapt' - I will never succumb to your tyranny. I bide my time. One day, I will show you a true nightmare, summoners."



"My question is addressed to, the Monkey King. Wukong, you have said yourself that your dream is to become the most powerful champion in the Institute of War. What do you think of , the Grandmaster at Arms? How do you plan on becoming the best when Jax stands in your way? Aren't you nervous to face him? Do you truly believe that you can surpass the mighty Jax and his lamppost?" -- J. R.

In the time since he joined the League of Legends, Wukong has spent a great deal of his time challenging other champions at the Institute of War to friendly duels to 'get to know them' (as he puts it). He's certainly brought a great deal of action to the sparring pits the likes of which haven't been seen here in quite some time - I believe there are many here who have felt themselves inspired by his fighting spirit and Jax is certainly included there. Ever-enthusiastic, the Monkey King was eager to offer you a response to your question:

"Jax is tough and he's always ready for a duel. I haven't beaten him one-on-one outside the Fields of Justice quite yet but I've gotten close. If there's one thing I've learned from the Wuju style, though, it's that every defeat is a lesson. I can learn a lot from the Grandmaster at Arms."

12 September, 21 CLE
 * -|XXVIII=



During night, a battle erupted within Noxus' famous Ivory Ward marketplace late last week, devastating the area's main square. Noxian authorities have ruled the fight a political squabble related to the turmoil still raging in High Command after the death of Boram Darkwill.

The of night shrouded the whole of the Ivory Ward when guards responded to the disturbance in the marketplace area. The Ivory Ward itself is one of the oldest and most wealthy districts in Noxus, and military-assigned guards in the area are sparse because its tenants typically hire private security. Last Thursday night, only one guard was close enough to respond to the disturbance but he arrived too late to apprehend the perpetrators.

"Cries up from behind the Morcef District wall, where I was patrolling", said Larin Daris, "followed by the noise of battle. From the sound of it, I needed reinforcements, so I called for backup." Daris and his men arrived at the scene to discover a wealth of destruction from the battle that had taken place - debris, scattered wreckage of merchants' stands, and blood - but not a soul in sight. "All that mess and everyone had ditched the party."

Noxus seen an increase in outbreaks of violence since the assassination of Boram Darkwill as his death has High Command in turmoil over the rightful successor to his title. The power struggle has trickled down into the rest of Noxus as citizens take arms in support of the various Generals vying for the seat of the Grand General.

"It's a gradual escalation", stated High Chancellor Hawkmoon. "We've had plenty of bar fights and a number of squabbles between military units under different Generals. The Ivory Ward is home to the oldest families of Noxus, and they hold a great deal of sway, but the problem of filling the Grand General's seat has everyone divided. Whatever happened that night is tied to what is happening in the halls of High Command."

The marketplace remains under investigation by Noxian authorities and residents of the Ivory Ward have drastically increased their security. No casualties have been confirmed but one merchant whose stock was destroyed, Vexus Nirac, has not been seen since the day before the marketplace battle. "He may have been involved and, in that case, any information we may gain from him would be of value. I understand that there is an order out for his arrest but, thus far, his whereabouts remain unknown."

Lead Archaeologist and Master Artificer Alowicious Chucat was killed last night when a magical explosion set Chucat's study and the entire eastern wing of the Arcanum Majoris ablaze. Authorities say that he had been working on a commission for the League which went destructively awry after a misstep in his experimentation.

Artificers at the Arcanum Majoris stated that Chucat had been commissioned by the League to rework and retune an existing League-sanctioned artifact for use on the Fields of Justice. "We receive tasks like this quite frequently", said Doan Whitker, an Assistant Artificer. "It's difficult work but it is not usually considered dangerous. The only real difference is that Chucat had been working on something that had been previously decommissioned but that doesn't explain this kind of reaction."

The unexpected blast from Chucat's experiment immediately incinerated everything in his study and spread to the adjacent hallway. The other residents of the eastern wing were able to extinguish the fire and quell the loosed wild magic that drove it. Chucat, however, did not escape and his death was confirmed an hour after the accident.

"He was always straying a bit too far towards danger", said Meriz Claudren, one of Chucat's assistant artifact inspectors. "It was the Zaunite blood in him, I think - he liked to add a bit of risk to everything he touched. In his archaeological endeavors, he chose the most dangerous dig sites - nearly always  south of the Great Barrier. As an Artificer, he invented the  by accident, experimenting on a design with a blueprint vastly different than the final item."

While the Institute of War has entered a period of mourning, the Arcanum Majoris has named Ramune Numer, a long-standing League Artificer and friend of Chucat, as the successor to the late Lead Archeologist. Numer has accepted the title with great humility, pledging to complete all of Chucat's remaining affairs before tending to his own.

"I'll begin with the item Chucat was working on at the time of his death - from the remnants discovered in his study, it appears to be the decommissioned ", stated Ramune Numer. "I will see Alowicious Chucat's work completed. The man would have wanted it that way: his greatest pleasure was always seeing his endeavors come to fruition."

Ah, Freljord, my home of homes. Any man who's ever sprinted along the frozen steppes of this land with an icy tundra breeze in his hair will tell you that there is a reason that we settled these inhospitable wilds. For a man of action, there's no better home than her frosty crags and frozen pine forests. Nature rules in Freljord and each day is another blessing from Runeterra herself.

Of course, when a cold day here in the north chills you to the bone, nothing soothes your cold, aching limbs better than a stiff drink. And, as the fates would have it, there's never been a better time to get one in Freljord. , the Rabble Rouser, has made the journey to the  Iceflow, Freljord's northernmost glacier, in search of the purest waters in all of Runeterra. Atop this wellspring, he is constructing the first large-scale brewing operation for what may be his most famous libation: the legendary Graggy Ice.

The League champion arrived not more than a week ago with a mind to stake his claim to this arid ice field. Meeting with our liege and lady, King and Queen, the Rabble Rouser impressed upon his hosts the significance of this far-flung locale to his brewing art, imploring them to entrust it into his custody. Seizing the opportunity to capitalize on the development of an otherwise treacherous territory, our wise monarchs were more than happy to oblige.

And so it came to pass that Gragas signed an agreement to lease the Avarosa Iceflow from Freljord for an astonishing 9000 years, ensuring that this cherished water supply will be his for the brewing long into the future. His dealings with our leaders were then concluded appropriately and according to tradition: with a drink.

Construction on his new brew house - which will be built nearly entirely out of the ice itself - has already begun, and specially-machined stills designed by Gragas' business partner, the Mad Chemist, arrived in Freljord Port this morning. In his zeal to complete the project, the Rabble Rouser has recruited nearly every transport agency in the city to help move his precious cargo north through the mountains to the build site, regardless of their asking price.

With these new plans here in the north so soon following the conclusion of his dealings in Zaun, one cannot help but wonder what has prompted the formerly reclusive champion to transform so quickly from isolationist to global entrepreneur. One thing is certain: Freljord will doubtless be toasting to the Rabble Rouser's name in the coming months.

This week, we at the Institute of War find ourselves beset upon by the tragedy that is Alowicious Chucat's unfortunate demise. The late Lead Archaeologist had a small hand in designating what artifacts and items would be available for use on the Crystal Scar. We carry his memory with us always as the League of Legends' newest Field of Justice grows nearer and nearer to completion.



": you have seen your world reborn numerous times and have lived for eons, what is your stance on the events in Kalamanda? What wisdom can you share with the League and its summoners? How might the other elementals of your homeworld see the current events across Valoran?" -- Elemental Summoner

Outside the Fields of Justice, the Cryophoenix is an elusive creature. However, I managed to catch her attention at the Institute of War earlier this week as she accompanied, the League Emissary of Freljord, to a routine gathering of other diplomats. Her response to your question was as follows:

"I have seen much chaos and turmoil over the course of my existence. What happened in Kalamanda, while it does sadden me, is but a simple mark of this world's naivety. Valoran and its League of Legends have only just begun their journey. I am certain the beings of my homeworld would share my belief that Kalamanda is the first trial on a long path. I am uncertain of where that path may lead but I have faith in Valoran and its people that our steps, after this event, will be measured, careful, and purposed."



" is one of the few who have ventured to Icathia and survived, taking the Void into himself as to better defend Valoran from the extradimensional threat it poses. Aside from his lone efforts, has he appealed to anyone else to aid him in his quest? Though his strength is something which demands respect, he can't hope to challenge the likes of,  and his cultists, and , on his own, surely. The defense of Valoran seems like a respectable goal; are there any organizations in place to defend against this alien threat?" -- Mädchen, summoner of Noxus

The 'alien threat' you speak of has certainly garnered a considerable amount of attention since Kassadin and Malzahar became such public figures through the League of Legends. It is somewhat fascinating how the elaborate lie that is this 'Void' manages to perpetuate, regardless of its obvious falsity. In the same way that Malzahar's 'prophecies' have gained him followers across Valoran, Kassadin himself has inspired a strange fervor in others to combat the Prophet's growing 'forces'. Following in the path of Kassadin himself, these people have pledged their lives to an imaginary war. Stranger still is the fact that many of these warriors - 'preservers' of Valoran, if you will - are quite powerful individuals. The League of Legends allows them to go about their business as they please but know that we do not turn a blind eye to even the strangest events in this land we seek to protect.



"We've heard of the Raedsel, even seen them in action against the Demacian Vanguard, but a lot about them remains unknown. Why do they have four glowing eyes? Are they no longer human? Is it an enchantment for intimidation purposes? Is it possible their attire is directly influenced by General  or is it simply Noxian custom? Perhaps either the Journal or a League champion could give more information." -- Summoner Nwol

The Raedsel Guard is, as far as history knows, the longest-standing military unit in Noxus. During the early years of Boram Darkwill's reign, he had beneath him a ruthless subordinate - a General called Zariv Raedsel. The man was fearsomely violent and unforgiving. Noxian soldiers chosen to serve in his unit were first subjected to personal combat with Raedsel and it is said that he executed any man who could not at least draw blood against him. Despite this, those who survived became fervently devoted to the man. On the battlefield, Raedsel did indeed wear an enchanted four-eyed helm, which gave him an inhuman appearance and earned him the title 'the Noxian Horror'.

While he was certainly one of the most revered Generals in Noxus, Zariv Raedsel desired more power than he was capable of claiming. In the tradition of Noxus, he challenged Boram Darkwill for the seat of the Grand General. Darkwill prevailed, however, and executed Raedsel, claiming the General's unit as his own. Noxus celebrates those that seek to claim power: in honor of the man who embodied the ideals of Noxus to his very core, the Raedsel Guard, to this day, wear armor in his likeness.

30 September, 21 CLE
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Early this week, the crown prince made his first appearance in Demacia since the conflict in Kalamanda when he was seen escorting two prisoners into the city. Jarvan IV was greeted at the castle gates by Garen Crownguard, who offered the prince his assistance but was commandingly turned away before the gathered crowd.

"His arrival was completely unannounced", said Vel Karris, a Demacian guard on duty at the city's eastern gate. The prince reportedly arrived on horseback and had two hooded prisoners with him but was otherwise alone. He informed the guards that he was escorting the prisoners to the castle dungeons. "The prince was very clear that no questions were to be asked."

Jarvan IV rode immediately towards the castle. His unexpected arrival gathered a considerable crowd. Since the events in Kalamanda, the prince's situation has been a subject of concern in Demacia and citizens were considerably reinvigorated by his return. Despite the warm reception, the prince did not stop to acknowledge his citizens. Garen Crownguard, having been informed of the prince's return by the Demacian Guard, prepared to meet him at the castle gates. However, when Garen broke through the crowd, Jarvan IV ordered him to halt.

Onlookers report that the prince informed Garen that his assistance was unnecessary. Garen protested and stated there was 'much to discuss', but Jarvan turned him away. Garen questioned Jarvan as to the identity of his prisoners and, though the gathered crowd echoed his curiosity, Jarvan replied with this statement: "This is the business of the crown. Your loyalty is appreciated, Garen, but the Dauntless Vanguard has no place in this matter. Stand down."

Garen complied with his prince's command and withdrew from the gates. Following the confrontation, Jarvan IV entered the castle with the prisoners. Since his appearance early this week, the prince has not been seen outside the castle's walls and the nature of the prisoners' arrest has not been disclosed to the public.

"Much of the weight of the situation following Kalamanda has fallen onto the shoulders of the prince", stated Garen when questioned about his confrontation with Jarvan IV. "It is not my place to question his orders. I am certain that Jarvan has reasons for his actions and that all will be clear in time. Demacia stands resolute behind the crown."

Officials at the Institute of War detected an enormous magical disturbance south of the Great Barrier early last week. A dispatched team of investigators found a tomb unearthed by a massive explosion in the Shurima Desert, where the disturbance is suspected to have originated. The source of the explosion has yet to be determined.

"Magical disturbances south of the Great Barrier are not at all uncommon", explained League Representative Mycroft Zimmer, leader of the investigation. "But this stood apart from the rest. The disturbance was immense - our detection devices nearly went haywire." With such powerful readings rare and often implicative of danger, the Institute immediately dispatched Zimmer and his team to investigate.

Utilizing a Piltovan zeppelin, the team crossed the Great Barrier and arrived in Shurima two days after the initial disturbance. Zimmer kept field equipment on hand, noting that the detected magical energy decreased significantly after its initial spike. The residual energy was enough to lead the team to the location of the disturbance, however. "We flew over what appeared to be the site of a massive explosion. We could see the crater from a mile away", explained Runaan Eversky, Zimmer's second-in-command. "The explosion wiped out what had previously been the site of a cluster of Shurima's ruins but it unearthed a tomb we never knew existed."

Investigators discovered the highest concentration of residual arcane energy within what remains of the unearthed tomb. Though speculation amongst the team is rampant, Zimmer's men were unable to discover anything to identify the cause of the explosion.

"None of the artifacts we found in the tomb tell us what actually happened there", stated Zimmer. "But none of it should be taken lightly. The tomb contained statues with their arms and legs bound. We have not fully translated the markings on its shattered stone walls but early reports indicate that they tell the story of some kind of crime."

Zimmer's team returned to the Institute of War with some of the artifacts for further study. They have since remained on high alert, monitoring their equipment for any signs of further disturbances. "We have a lot of theories", explained Eversky. "The most likely explanation is that someone used a great deal of magic to break open the tomb in order to rob from it - but it really could have been anything."

An unassuming Priggs Industries warehouse in Zaun was discovered to be a corporate prison early this week when a breakout from within revealed a secret entry point. CEO Dr. Priggs has since vanished while rival corporations led by Edward Manfred push for an investigation.

The commotion began Tuesday night when Edward Manfred was overseeing a routine inspection of his own warehouse next door. "I heard an explosion from Priggs' warehouse", stated Manfred. "It was only natural for me to investigate, of course." Manfred reportedly entered the Priggs warehouse to witness an grappling with a pair of guards. "I couldn't make out much of him. He was a big, grizzled man. He threw a smoke grenade of some sort and, when the haze cleared, the two guards were unconscious and the man had gone."

Manfred was the first to discover a passage to an underground holding facility that had been blown open from within from a dynamite blast. Inside was what appeared to be a prison but one cell was empty. The other five prisoners, however, were quickly released.

One of the prisoners was discovered to be Falren Danart, whose disappearance and assumed death three years ago was thought to be the cause of his father's failed management and subsequent bankruptcy of the famed Danart Chemicals, a once-rival company to Priggs Industries. With Falren's freedom, however, Danart immediately came forward to state that he was blackmailed following his son's capture and imprisonment.

"Many of the other prisoners tell similar stories", stated Edward Manfred. "Most of them were, in some way, a rival to Priggs or had wronged him in one way or another. In any case, Dr. Priggs's method of dealing with corporate rivalry goes against the very spirit of competition that defines Zaun as a city-state! Certainly this merits further investigation."

As this information has become available, the estimated value of Priggs Industries has plummeted in Zaun over the past few days. Other warehouses under the Priggs name have been searched, primarily by forces under Manfred, though no other holding facilities have been discovered. Production at Priggs factories has all but shut down as employees are questioned. Dr. Priggs himself, however, has vanished from the public eye.

"I assume he's on the run", Manfred commented. "Most of his prisoners, including the man who executed the breakout, haven't been seen since their release. I'm certain at least some of them were waiting for the chance to chase him down."

Summoners: this week, we celebrate a grand occasion: the Crystal Scar, the Leagues newest Field of Justice, has opened. With this new Field of Justice comes an entirely new set of challenges that will test our mettle as summoners. We must learn new strategies and new ways to take advantages of our summoned champion's strengths - and the weaknesses of our opponents. Summoners: take to the Field - the Crystal Scar awaits!



"I was hoping you could shed some light on how the knowledge of 's race will affect the League's use of Crystal Scar? If the magic from the Noxian and Demacian conflict was enough to awaken him, wouldn't the continued and heavy use of magic in the Crystal Scar bring more of Skarner's people to the surface?" -- Summoner Tirion Narson

Your concerns are not unmerited. After Skarner was unearthed in Kalamanda, the League feared that the construction of the Crystal Scar would indeed disturb his fellow vanguards. However, Skarner has reassured us that he does not believe the magic from the battlefield will be able to penetrate deep enough into the earth to awaken any of his fellows, as the magic of the Crystal Scar will be much more heavily controlled and contained by the nexuses than that which was unleashed during the conflict.

Skarner's appearance and the knowledge he has granted us concerning the Odyn Valley did indeed grant us insight on something that has become a part of the League's newest Field of Justice. At the center of the Crystal Scar, League Field Architects unearthed two massive, magically-charged crystals. These crystals were discovered to be connected to Skarner's race: the Brackern. With Skarner's assistance, we were able to tune the power of these crystals to grant champions a powerful for use in battle on the Crystal Scar.



"I would like to take this time to ask a question to our most esteemed and newest member of the League of Legends' champion roster: . Rest assured, this will not delve into your past history and, if it does, it is not my intent. I have noticed that your right hand, comparatively to your left, is much bigger and fitted with an arcane gauntlet of sorts. Do you use this to magnify the strength in your hand and arm so you can wield the mighty sword you use, once fully formed?" -- TechnOkami

Since her Judgment at the Institute of War, Riven has kept to herself, despite her newfound status as a champion of the League of Legends. Though she has been the subject of a great deal of attention, she has been resistant to responding to interview requests but the Exile found your question to be non-invasive and simple enough to offer an answer:

"The gauntlet does nothing to increase my strength by any magical means - strength must come from within. It is a remnant of the armor I have possessed since my time in service of Noxus. Like my blade, it is a reminder of where I came from."



"I am constantly noticing that 's Techmaturgical weaponry starts to drop off in power. Could this be because of some withering effects through the summoning? Is our beloved yordle mastermind aware of the slowly constant drop-off his beloved inventions suffer? I guess it would be stupid to ask if he is working on improvements but I'm hoping for some insight." -- Master Cen

The Revered Inventor has been busier than ever as of late, attending to affairs in Piltover. The Yordle Academy of Science and Progress has just begun its fall semester and Heimerdinger is, as always, vigilant in remaining on-site for a few weeks to welcome new students. On top of that, Piltover Customs has seen an increase in business as well over the past few weeks. The Revered Inventor hardly had time to spare a word in answer to your question:

"Yes, yes! I may have been negligent in my upkeep of the devices designated for the Fields of Justice - I defend that they are as effective as ever, even with the slightest build-up of rust! I will find the time to tinker with them soon - yes, soon! - and, as with every tune-up, I will invariably find room for improvement!"

2 May, 22 CLE
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The Institute of War itself has fallen under suspicion after Prince and Katarina Du Couteau came forward yesterday with evidence implicating the Institute in a conspiracy. Jarvan and Katarina reportedly followed an evidence trail left by General Du Couteau to conclude that the Institute may have been directly involved in sparking the war between Noxus and Demacia in Kalamanda.

Jarvan IV, who had not been seen outside the castle since his return to Demacia, emerged yesterday to deliver an address to Demacian citizens and representatives from the Institute of War. Onlookers were shocked, however, when Katarina Du Couteau emerged at the prince's side. "We feared that the famed assassin had targeted Prince Jarvan", stated Myras Thell, a soldier of the Dauntless Vanguard, "We attacked but Commander Garen put himself in the path of our blades to defend her!"

The prince reported how he and Katarina recovered a coded rubric in the Ivory Ward from agents of Noxus suspected in the murder of General Du Couteau. Katarina, with the aid of a letter her father had left before his disappearance, was able to decode the rubric. Its message directed them to a hidden room beneath Demacia's prison, a place once used for secret meetings between Noxian infiltrators during the old wars.

Within the meeting room, Jarvan and Katarina discovered a series of documents hidden by General Du Couteau himself. The General had been monitoring a series of transactions related to the DSS Excursion, the Demacian ship supposedly sunk by Noxus last year. "My father believed that Noxus was being set up for political disaster, so he took it upon himself to discover the truth behind the attack on Demacia. The transactions and orders were placed by a list of names that, according to my father's notes, lead nowhere. These people simply do not exist", stated Katarina. "But he had tied their point of origin to the Institute of War."

Jarvan and Katarina's further investigation had revealed that these names, suspected to be the aliases of one or more operatives in the Institute, were used again in orders for arcano-seismic charges from Alowicious Chucat shortly before the collapse of the Demacian mine in Kalamanda. Similarly, another alias was used for the purchase of Nyzer poison from Zaunite traders shortly before the death of Thom Garvin, the prisoner suspected causing the mine collapse.

"If this evidence stands", Jarvan stated, "then someone at the Institute manipulated the situation between Demacia and Noxus, pitting us against each other in Kalamanda. That is why we must stand together until the League itself answers for this injustice."

By Jarvan's direct order, Katarina has been placed under the personal protection of the Dauntless Vanguard. League champion, who was observed during the presentation of evidence, has disappeared and many Demacian citizens assert that Jarvan has put them in danger. Demacia has erupted into heated debate regarding the collaboration between the prince and a representative of Noxus but Jarvan IV himself has returned to the confines of the castle and has not commented further.

Citizens of Demacia: yesterday we witnessed our crown prince come forth at the side of Katarina Du Couteau, a champion of our most hated enemies, against the Institute of War itself. I have witnessed chaos in the streets before the castle and I have heard whispers of dissent at my ears. My fellow Demacians, I plead for a moment of peace. Let us consider what we have heard and reflect on what we have seen - from the very beginning:


 * 1 July, 20 CLE - The DSS Excursion, a Demacian cargo ship, is lost to piracy. Magical resonance at the ship's last known location implicates the use of necromancy.
 * 13 July, 20 CLE - Following the discovery of precious mineral deposits and two nexuses within the village of Kalamanda, the League and all major city-states send representatives for research and mining purposes. Competition is fierce.
 * 25 January, 21 CLE - In Kalamanda, a Demacian mine collapses. The body of a Noxian soldier surrounded by arcano-seismic charges is discovered nearby, suggesting Noxian sabotage.
 * 24 February, 21 CLE - A captured Demacian soldier named Thom Garvin confesses to planting the evidence implicating Noxus in the sabotage of the mine. Before the investigation into Garvin's testimony is complete, he is found dead by Nyzer poisoning in his prison cell.
 * 1 July, 21 CLE - The leader of the Noxian High Command, General Boram Darkwill, is assassinated while on the road to Kalamanda.
 * 22 July, 21 CLE - Open warfare erupts throughout the village between Demacian and Noxian military forces.

It is no secret that Noxus will never cease in their tireless efforts to sabotage Demacian honor but I must ask this: what did Noxus have to gain in an assault upon the DSS Excursion? What use can necromancy serve in an attack at sea? In Kalamanda, too, we witnessed a series of escalations in tension between Demacia and Noxus. When the Demacian mine collapsed by sabotage early this year, the arcano-seismic charges discovered in the wreckage were of Noxian design and the death of Thom Garvin by Nyzer poisoning was easily attributed to our enemies as well. Yet if the purchase of both of these things has been traced back to the Institute of War itself, have we been manipulated?

In conclusion, there is merit to the Prince's claims and by rallying against the measures he has taken - collaboration with Noxus - we violate our prime duty as citizens of Demacia. If the Institute of War has acted against the whole of Valoran, justice must be served. We stand behind our leaders in the face of all treachery, even treachery on the part of the League of Legends itself. We are the right and just, and we remain united behind Prince Jarvan IV.

In the pursuit of justice, we must be resolute in our search for the truth. May our resolve be unwavering and our righteous wrath unforgiving, but may we never strike without cause.

Demacia: now and forever.

The turmoil in Noxus following the death of Grand General Boram Darkwill intensified this week when returned to High Command. Upon his arrival, the Master Tactician gained the immediate support of Noxus' prominent military figures, positioning him as the strongest rival to Keiran Darkwill for leadership of Noxus.

The seat of the Grand General has remained vacant since the death of Boram Darkwill. Over the past weeks, the controversy over Darkwill's succession turned to outright hostility. Many of Noxus' notorious and powerful soldiers stepped forward in an attempt to lay claim to the title. Thus far, none have remained alive long enough to maintain control over the city-state.

"It's becoming a bit of a bloodbath, certainly", commented Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon. "But this is a Noxian contest of strength in its purest form. It is difficult for any aspiring General to prove himself without war. Those who try their hand for the Grand General's title do so with Noxus' oldest tool: raw strength."

Keiran Darkwill, the late Grand General's youngest son, remains one of the more ruthless aspirants in this dispute. He has successfully thwarted several assassination attempts, struck down his challengers, and rallied significant support behind his name. Only, one of Noxus' most respected and feared Generals, has earned as much of a following within High Command as Keiran Darkwill. Many predicted the two would inevitably clash and that the victor would rise to the throne. Upon Jericho Swain's return, General Darius forged an immediate alliance with the famed Master Tactician.

"Strength was once the very backbone of Noxus", General Darius told High Command, "yet we have become plagued by weakness. In Jericho Swain, I see a man with the power to cull the weak from Noxus and unite us under one banner - and united we shall conquer once again."

"No one expected an alliance like this", Chancellor Hawkmoon stated. "High Command is now more divided than ever between Keiran Darkwill and Jericho Swain, and weapons are drawn on both sides. This is a Noxus we haven't seen in years - the beast has awoken."

Someone - who, by appearanc,e I judge to be either a clinical insomniac, a depraved lunatic, or a disillusioned journalistic intern - just roused me from a relaxing slumber and, furthermore, a lovely dream whose details I can't recall beyond Olivia (my weary and disapproving secretary) robbing a bank, in a rather fetching black leather number, to afford my bail for crimes which were undoubtedly justified. Where was I going with this? Oh, yes: I was woken because, our studious and dedicated editor-in-chief, has apparently vanished. Please excuse my apparent lack of concern as I proceed to write several things he would have prevented, had he been doing his job instead of, I assume, being irresponsibly passed out somewhere...



"As a summoner of the League, I was wondering: what are the opinions of already highly regarded mages and champions, especially, on the introduction of to the League and his magical powers." -- Summoner Daniel Narfalin

Well, no big mysteries here: mages are an inherently pompous and self-important lot. The appearance of every arcane dabbler on the Fields of Justice is always followed by a ritualistic group assertion of the inadequacy of his specific talents. Then, if the rookie hasn't washed out or accidentally incinerated himself with the backwash of a spell (assuming here that you trust 's dubious claims of non-involvement), these assertions are chased by insistence that the new brand of magic is somehow a perversion of everything right and sensible in the world, and completely unlike all the previous perversions which, by virtue of critical exhaustion, have become right and sensible. This said, I ferried your missive to Ryze anyhow, just to validate my point:

"The creature called Xerath is an abomination of a mage. To master magic is not to lose oneself to it entirely! The power at his command, however great it might be, he's holding in a feeble grasp. His own will can't match the will of the arcane. The ancient mages of Shurima did everyone a favor locking Xerath away and the Institute of War would be wise to follow their example!"



": since your entry into the League, you have borne the curse of the Ruhgosk tribe alone, seeking a means of dispelling it entirely. Within the League, there seem to be many champions capable of fairly potent healing magics -, for instance. Have you spoken with her, or with any other champions versed in curative magic, about the burden you bear? If not, do you plan to? Also, do you have anything to say to those summoners that insist upon you using your curse as a weapon?" -- Summoner Aussarian

There are not materials abundant enough in the universe to build what I'd consider to be a comfortable barrier separating me from Trundle. In terms of things I make a point of avoiding, he falls somewhere between my work and the clawed, rabid beast that a woman I once dated turned into whenever I elected to forego her trifling needs like birthday gifts or mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Fortunately for you, Aussarian, I have no trouble sending Olivia into what I'm now terming the 'Underbelly of Filthmare':

"Y'gotta understand something, summoners - it's a curse not a wound. Yeah, it bad and you'd think you could just slap a healing spell on it and it'd clear right up, but it's not so simple. Believe me. Good thing is, though, healing spells help me out. Ease the pain a little. And Soraka? I'd never go asking for a handout but Soraka's almost too generous. Good healing magic's like a good massage, I'm tellin' you - and nobody's gonna give me a massage these days."



"Talon has worked in the shadows to do General Du Couteau's bidding for many years, leading up to his disappearance. Were his daughters aware of his mysterious protégé? Would either one be open to comment on Talon's existence and his relationship to them and their search for their father?" -- Mädchen, summoner of Noxus

As I understand it, Katarina is preoccupied in Demacia (insert speculative tabloid headline here), leaving no options but to consult her sister, the only woman I've known to attempt molting seductively. As I dispatched Olivia to, I needed to endure, in order of annoyance: two Noxian assassination attempts, four tasteless advances from a serpentine diva, and countless inquiries from outgoing passersby about my opinions of 'this weather we've been having'. I hope 's response was worth it, though as it didn't come wrapped around a large bottle, I find this highly improbable:

"My sister and I certainly knew him, though we rarely saw the boy... he kept to the shadows and the sewers he'd come from, and he took orders only from our father. On occasions where we worked together, it was by order of the General - though I can think of uses he might've served. Whatever he has done alongside Katarina has only come to pass because they share the same goal: Talon follows the General and the General only. When the trail left by my father ends... I can only wonder if the loyalty of the Blade's Shadow will end with it."

21 May, 22 CLE
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defeated Keiran Darkwill in a duel contesting the leadership of Noxus last night, winning the support of High Command. Despite rumors of involvement with the Institute of War's scandal in Kalamanda, Swain has been named Grand General - the highest position in Noxus.

High Command remained divided in support between the two men since Swain returned earlier this month. Keiran Darkwill challenged Swain to a duel to settle the dispute, claiming that such a standstill was 'a coward's game'. Many members of High Command believed this to be a strong move and expected Keiran, a notoriously skilled duelist, to win.

Onlookers reported that Keiran initially had the upper hand and gradually forced Swain into a corner. "He had the Master Tactician against the wall", stated one witness. "I heard him say 'watch closely' and he vanished - then reappeared behind Keiran. Swain dragged him to the ground and locked the poor fool in his ." With Keiran immobilized, Swain called General, his most prominent supporter, to his side. "Swain declared victory and left Darius to 'evaluate the strength' of Keiran Darkwill", explained Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon. "That didn't take Darius long: without a word, he raised his axe - and removed Darkwill's head."

The gathered members of High Command unanimously agreed to swear loyalty to the Master Tactician. With none remaining to protest his claim, High Command named Jericho Swain Grand General of Noxus. "It was the finest demonstration of power I have ever witnessed", stated Chancellor Malek Hawkmoon. "Swain rose to the challenge of his opponent, used his wit and cunning to best him, and demonstrated his ability to command. Noxus under Jericho Swain's rule shall be powerful indeed."

While High Command has embraced his rule, Swain's leadership remains controversial in Noxus' lower houses. Some accuse Swain of willing participation in Heywan Relivash's scheme to obtain Kalamanda. , the Sinister Blade herself, commented: "He gave Kalamanda to the League in exchange for power in Noxus. A bold move. A strong move. The strong may rise to power here but this wouldn't be Noxus if there weren't always others with the strength to challenge them."

Authorities arrested Heywan Relivash earlier this week after an investigation of his residence revealed his involvement in the Kalamanda scandal. The uncovered evidence also implicated, the senior editor of the Journal of Justice, as a co-conspirator in Relivash's scheme. Both men were apprehended while seeking asylum in Noxus and now face trial at the Institute of War.

A joint investigation led by and Katarina Du Couteau traced the evidence found in  Demacia to Relivash. At his residence, investigators uncovered a model of the DSS Excursion and coded notes detailing its sabotage, validating the evidence discovered in Demacia earlier this month. "Relivash had been trying to frame Noxus all along", commented Katarina. "He put us and Demacia against each other - all so the League could claim the nexuses in Kalamanda!"

Among the evidence uncovered was a collection of communications between Heywan Relivash and an unnamed contact, referred to simply as 'RF'. Upon further investigation, the dates of these communications lined up perfectly to events in Kalamanda. "The Journal of Justice was used to pass secret and coded information from Heywan to participants in the conspiracy and Ralston Farnsley was his primary contact", explained Jarvan IV.

Authorities apprehended Relivash and Farnsley after, acting independently, tracked them to the outskirts of Noxus. They were brought into custody before they could seek asylum within Noxus' walls. Relivash and Farnsley's network of co-conspirators included many authors of the Journal of Justice. Arrests of these contacts will continue over the coming weeks as evidence is further reviewed.

Despite the arrests made, outcry against the Institute of War in the streets of Demacia and Noxus continues. In response to the rising tension, High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye made this statement: "Citizens of Valoran: the League of Legends promised your protection and, in that, we have failed. Yet in the wake of these events, we must remain strong. We must not allow the selfish actions of one man to tear apart what we have built. We cannot succumb to war when we have committed ourselves to lasting peace. Stand with us and we shall rebuild."

Well, faithful readers, this is it: the end of the Journal of Justice. Our Editor-in-Chief Ralston Farnsley's involvement in the Relivash scandal has removed us from the Institute's good graces. So we're being shut down. None of us saw this coming - well, most of us, because I hear was arrested an hour ago. The rest of our staff aren't frantically changing their names and fleeing to Piltover for a getaway blimp to  Bilgewater, so I'm hoping that we don't have much more to hide.

Since our former editor-in-chief is currently being held prisoner at the Institute of War, there aren't exactly any rules to follow this issue. Many of us of us wanted to thank you for your continued support. So I rallied those of us who hadn't already packed up their quills and headed home - yes, even. He'd tell you it cost me a bottle of Rabble Rouser and a promise to never bother him again, but answer me this, summoners: what's one jaded, melodramatic, endlessly vain writer without an audience to marvel and sigh ponderously at his every word?

showed up at our office the other day for the first time in months, ready to 'spread the truth' and 'tell the whole story'. When I told him he'd only get one more chance to do so, he went red as a rigged hexplosive and started writing immediately.

And, of course, and  will never hesitate at a chance at the last word.

That's it, then: Kaldera Carnadine, signing off. Thank you for everything, summoners, and farewell!




 *  at the Institute of War

'All good things must come to an end' appears to be the mood of the day. It began when I found that some indignant staff member had (in an act of long-suppressed resentment) poured upon my office floor the full contents of my guest bar, my desktop aperitif, my second drawer whiskey flask, my hollowed-runebook cognac, my false statue vino backup flask, and my trapdoor moonshine. Then, as I sat broodingly imbibing the last of my artificial plant vase bourbon, I was informed that the propagandist drivel my fellow journalists have masqueraded as a reliable news source was, to my surprise, in fact propagandist drivel. I was then informed that I would be allowed only a few hours to remove any cherished belongings from the office. I informed the messenger that this would be a pointless pursuit without the aid of a mop.

So it seems that my time as the sunny relief of our dubious publication is nearing its end.

Though I have, in many instances, insisted that I would rather administer exfoliant to or involve myself in an intellectual debate with  than actually work for my living, I would like to take this final moment to reiterate the point: this is liberation at its truest. I've already engaged Olivia to schedule a sampling tour of the vineyards of northern Ionia. I have also dispatched a note to a fellow author named Lain, who writes what I can only describe as distilled leachate for a competing rag. He details how I will be basking on coastlines around Valoran unfettered by deadlines, or word counts, or moral restraints, while he struggles to form cogent written thoughts. I think I may keep a new journal of sorts outlining my exploits with only the modicum of poetic license that I regularly reserve for myself, just to harrow him.

Anyhow, Olivia is currently regarding me with an expression that might be characterized as 'caustically contemptuous' and my vase has dripped its final drop. Farewell, my helplessly adoring masses, you will be missed... by my now unemployable colleagues. I, on the other hand, am merrily off to retrieve my emergency tree trunk liqueur!




 *  reporting from Noxus profileicon.png Noxus

Our duty here has come to an end, summoners! The League has spoken and the voice of the people falls silent. The perfidy of Ralston Farnsley and his cohorts has placed a black mark upon this office, and so, leaderless, those that remain shall retire to our respective principalities.

For all you true sons of Noxus, consider this your rallying call. The League of Legends has shown that even their halls are not impenetrable to anarchists and conspirators. Only one bastion remains for the ranks of the faithful. The banner men are gathering in the halls of your homeland. Embrace this new era under the watchful eyes of the !

Forever strong!




 *  reporting from Demacia profileicon.png Demacia

Citizens of Demacia: dangerous times lie ahead.

I will not waste what small space I have here on frivolous words. The situation is dire: despite the faith we've placed in its leaders, the Institute of War has proven itself a duplicitous and unjust ally. Swain, the Master Tactician, has risen to power in Noxus, uniting High Command beneath what any true Demacian knows to be his tyranny. In these grave times, Demacia must stand alone. We can rely on nothing but our own ideals, our own convictions. We must stand against the conniving greed of the Institute of War and the endless bloodlust of the Noxian war machine.

Our light, just and true, must drive back the darkness. Stand proud, citizens, and strike at the heart of injustice itself.

Demacia: now and forever.




 *  at the Institute of War

Greetings, friends, Runeterrans, countrymen! It is I, Ram Steed, and I have returned. Let me assure you that the rumors about me have been true - I have been silenced! Until now! Kaldera has given me leave to once again take up the quill in service of the Journal of Justice and this reporter is unafraid to kick the steaming piles of offal they called management and yell: "Finally! You couldn't have fallen soon enough! Too bad you had to destroy this bastion of journalism on your way down, you snakes!"

Oh, all those months ago. I was barely recovered from being made 's pin cushion, fired up and ready for action. And where was that action? Kalamanda. This reporter used his keen intellect and relentless investigation skills to dive straight to the heart of the matter - and I found it. Before I could bring this world-shaking news to light, High Councilor Heywan Relivash and his conspiratorial goons got me and laid the blackest of blackmails to keep me silent. No longer!

Good riddance, Ralston Farnsley! Even if you weren't a blackguard, you wouldn't know real journalism if it bit off your leg! Rot in your dungeon, Heywan Relivash! Thank you for finally revealing the disease that festers in the heart of the League! And to the rest of you who've participated in duping the citizens of Valoran, I raise high the famous Ram Steed one-finger salute! Let justice be served!

Keep the faith, seekers of the truth! This reporter is once again unleashed upon the world!