User blog:Asfidyll/Raiju, the Grandmaster's Make

Raiju, the Grandmaster's Make is a custom champion in League of Legends.

Lore
The Grandmaster sat cross-legged upon the pedestal, his gaze overlooking the main hall of the Shujen monastery. The entire room was illuminated only the candles at his feet and the white light from under the door that swept the floor in front of him. The screams of the acolytes muffled through the twin doors his eyes were fixed upon, reverberating on the walls around him. Yet even as his gaze never strayed from the hall's entrance, his true vision was laid elsewhere.

You cannot help them, the truth cannot be found.

He raised a hand to his chest, feeling for the amulet that dangled from his neck. it seemed almost warm to the touch, throbbing with an unknown energy. The candlelight flickered for an instant, the darkness almost thick and choking for a split second. Yet he did not falter; it was a power the Grandmaster had known since the amulet had been passed to him by the previous Grandmaster as he lay dying, fallen to the Black Lotus more than a century ago.

''He died to protect the truth. To protect the future, and the past.''

The screaming outside had now ceased, the monastery now eerily silent. Then suddenly a blast of fire, an explosion that sent the doors of the hall splintering aflame in all directions. Blackened smoke billowed forth, stifling the light the setting sun threw into the main halls. Out of the grey, a silhouette stepped forward, a sharpened blade at his side. In an instant, the silhouette sent the blade piercing through the air, a breath of steel. The Grandmaster could feel the coldness of the metal now embedded in his shattered sternum. He gasped for air as his ribs slipped deeper into his left lung. Still his gaze did not falter, he bored his eyes straight ahead unblinkingly.

''The truth must be kept, the secret intact. The spirit protected.''

A second whisper of metal, another gasp of air as a second blade protruded from his gut. The Grandmaster keeled over, groaning as blood seeped from his lips and stomach. It was too late, the next Grandmaster had not been found, the only person who could bear the burden for the next century to come. The Grandmaster knew the only course of action. Raising a trembling hand to the now vibrating amulet, he grasped the charm with a firm hand. The silhouette in the doorway instantly leapt forward, knowing what the Grandmaster was about to do. A voice thundered across the hall, grating harshly as the fear of what was to come overwhelmed the intruder.

"NO! NOOO!!!"

Without a second thought, the Grandmaster gripped the amulet in a vice and clenched. Then suddenly everything was a blur, his eyesight overwhelmed in a brilliant blue light. Waves of energy coursed from the amulet, enveloping the Grandmaster and pouring from his chest like a river breaking through the dam. He could feel the energy seeping from his body out through his chest, he felt himself waning, disappearing... Then nothing.

The blue figure materialised between the intruder and the lifeless body that slumped over the blood-soaked pedestal. Hovering in the air, it raised a hand, its palm as if to push the intruder from the hall. The Black Lotus officer trembled beneath the sight that stood afore him; it appeared as a younger version of the crumpled corpse behind it, steadfast and intent, the amulet's image emblazoned upon its chest. Trembling, snatched his hand to another blade at his belt: his hand never reached its destination. A blast of energy suddenly seared at his flesh, the burning so intense it was all the man could feel. Fire coursed through this body, threatening to tear him apart from within with a flame that seemed to scorch his soul. Then as quickly as it came, the burning disappeared, and a choking darkness overcame him.

A single voice entered his mind as his life ebbed away, quiet but deadly: ''I am the spirit protected, the secret kept. I am the truth unleashed, Raiju reborn.''

""A dark resurrection of what was, a power that should not ever have been touched... And now, it seeks the ruination of all...""

- Prince Jarvan Lightshield IV

Quick Description
(In case of the lore being too long to read:)

Raiju is the dark resurrection of a spirit once recognised as the sheer spiritual manifestation of purity and peace since time immemorial. A spirit once in service of the last King of the Blessed Isles, corruption eventually sundered the Isles, turning it into the Shadow Isles feared by all Valoran known today. At Raiju's behest, he was sealed away in a protective charm, but not before he weaned the true secret of the Black Mist, and its workings. Time has long passed now, and the charm now in the hands of a society dedicated to Raiju's protection. Even with the charm in Ionia, men sought to either contain Raiju for fear of his corruption, or release him for use against their own enemies. It does not matter now, for the last Grandmaster to guard over Raiju has been slain, and Raiju himself corrupted by the taint of the Grandmaster's death in the process.

He now walks the earth destroying all he comes across and seeking the destruction of man, a corrupted shadow of what once was.

Playstyle
Raiju is a mobile mage fighter who specialises in zoning his opponent, effectively herding them into place as his team converges in for the kill, particularly in teamfights. Though his singularities may be difficult to manipulate and control, the damage he can deliver if correctly positioned is crippling to any team. Raiju is certainly a champion that executes upon the saying "high risk, high reward".

Quotes
Selection Quote:

"The folly of man is his existence."

Movement Quotes:

"Time does nothing to wear away man's corruption."

"The sundering of hope and destruction's joy..."

"To begin, there must first be an end."

"The burden to bear, the truth to keep..."

"I have waited through the edges of time."

"What once was, shall never be again."

Attacking Quotes:

"Your spirit is hollow, your time at an end."

"The void awaits your smoldering soul."

"The taint of darkness shall mark your corpse!"

"Your body I smite, your soul I sunder!"

"What a pity, the inability of men."

"I brand your body for the burning."