Talk:Veigar/@comment-25122281-20140630065724/@comment-24184357-20140708202655

First of all sorry for my english, if I make mistakes.

Sorry but it fits veigar pretty much. Do you guys even know Veigars lore? Its my all time favorite lore.

Little guy. Aiming for the stars. Wants to be the power that holds the world in his hand.

Lore:

He was a little, weak yordle, who wanted to be an adventurer. Wanted to see everithing under the stars. One day he escaped from the village, left behind everithing what he had, and joined a caravan. Finally he started to feel alive, and started to make friends. After a while, there was a trade with Noxus. Something went wrong that day. The noxian military arrested the caravan, and killed those, who tried to escape. The things from that point became shady. From day after day, veigar suffered from mental, and phisical torture. Other times, the noxians humiliated him. And when the torture ended, he heard the cry of his friend from his cell. Veigar started to blame himself. He wasnt strong enough, he left so many to die. Weeks passed, maybe months, and after a point there was no sound. Maybe all of them was dead, except this little guy, who was used like a small, fluffy, laughable toy. Sometimes days passed in complete isolation from the world. No sound entered into the cell. Veigars mind started to shatter. He started to speak the only thing that was with him. He started to speak with his own shadow. It was strange at first. But the shadow gave him strength. It said that he is storng, and he did everithing allright, becouse the world is wrong, it needs to be changed, he just need to be stronger... And the shadow offered strenght, to survive. A strenght of an imaginary friend. One day, after he was used like a charm for the military, but in the end he got lucky. It was a nasty escape, but Veigar got away. He find a hiding spot near to a river. Veigar just realized what happened, and sudennly he started to cry. He didnt know why, maybe becouse he finally escaped, maybe becouse of the suffering. Hours passed that way, and the stars came up. Veigar went to the river to finally have a drink. The river was black, and it seemed like it was full with stars. There was a yordle in the river, a weak, skinny yordle. It was Veigar mirror image. Even though he didnt recognize it. He only saw his own shadow in the river. The srenght, the revange, the oppurtunity, the suffering, and the duty. The shadow took his mind, and took his body. He didnt had a face anymore, he could recognize. He just wanted to rule everithing under the stars. To hold everithing, within his grasp. He just wanted to be strong, and bring a new world, through destruction. A world of order.