Can we nerf jungle monster damage then, so champions will be able to clear without dying *cough* *cough* {{champion:107}}
Kilvon
Early game Armor items aren't getting nerfed (Glacial Shroud's actually getting buffed slightly). Frozen Heart, Thornmail and Randuin's Omen are the items getting nerfed a bit (with Thornmail at least having some niche cases where it'll be stronger).
Here is my attempt. I must say that it was extremely difficult limiting it to only 400 words. It was the first in a long time that I was so inspired to write again! I think it helped me overcome my writer's block, thank you for the opportunity. _______________________________________________________________________________ He was sinking, being dragged deeper into the fathomless depths of the harbor-town’s dark waters. The once-captain’s eyes could barely see the surface now, only distinguishable by the blazing wreckage of his ship. How could he be so careless as to let this happen? He was angry. Those two troublemakers, Malcolm and Tobias, had cost him everything. Of course, the coward who fired upon him would feel his wrath. His visage was twisted by fury and pain; his chest was heavy, lungs burning for air, and as he sank deeper into the abyss, there was only darkness. The ocean was swallowing him, and he didn’t have the strength to make it to the surface. There was only one hope: a fool’s hope. Gritting his teeth, Gangplank used the last bit of breath to call out to the tenebrous heart of the waters. “I’ll t-take the deal…” For a few, agonizing seconds, there was nothing. And then, suddenly, a pair of ominous yellow eyes lit up the water in front of him. They stared at him, gauging, measuring him up, before their owner’s voice echoed to him. “My my, boy. It seems you’ve gotten yourself into a mess of trouble. It appears the fear you used to enslave the respect of your men, and instill cowardice into your victims, has backfired.“ The creature’s voice was deep, melodic, and so sure of itself. Damn he hated that it had come to this. The beast knew that he had used his last breath, but it was playing with its food. “There is still much fire in your eyes, dear Gangplank. Your hunger for revenge deserves to be sated, so… let’s make the bargain.” Using the last of his strength, Gangplank nodded his head. The monster’s laugh surrounded him, and in the next moment he was thrust back into darkness as it devoured him whole. He came to when he was spat out onto land, the impact of the earth making him reactively gasp. He was alive, but at what cost. “You damnable devil, whatever toll I will have to pay, it will be worth it.” He growled, picking up his saliva-covered hat and placing it atop his head. The beast’s enormous maw curved in a smile, and the captain cried out in pain as his left arm was taken clean off. “Consider it a down payment, boy. You will make me most satisfied.”
EcoWolfBlade
> [{quoted}](name=EcoWolfBlade,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=004c,timestamp=2015-08-03T18:44:12.382+0000) > > “My my, boy. It seems you’ve gotten yourself into a mess of trouble. It appears the fear you used to enslave the respect of your men, and instill cowardice into your victims, has backfired.“ The creature’s voice was deep, melodic, and so sure of itself. Here at last! (Pardon my tardiness.) So Gangplank knew TF's real name all along, eh? That's probably powerful knowledge that TF must have tried so hard to obscure - with his real name (including surname?) he might be able to find TF's river folk family, and I doubt he'd be happy about that! I like the style - you've kept to the main story without rambling around too much. Kench's dialogue is quite evocative and I think you've got his voice down pretty well. Of course, having Kench dialogue is going to make any kind of word count limit problematic ;) Gangplank's hesitation, however, seems a little out of his style - I know you're trying to convey that he'd _never_ usually stoop to this level, but hesitation doesn't seem his thing. I do like that the arm was just an appetizer, so to speak. Kench will be back for more now he's got a taste... ;D
_______ I. Inferno _______ Suddenly, the world was on fire. The Dread Pirate's bones screamed as the force of the explosion pushed him deep into the sea, debris jetting past him into the blackness below like swarms of angry javelins. Gankplank grasped wildly at nothing as he was pushed further toward the seabed, scattering shoals of Scumfish along the way. This was it, the sea had come for her own and her champion awaited her in a watery grave. The darkness closed in, and everything was cold. No. Gankplank's eyes snapped open, bloodshot and wild. He violently shook off his heavy greatcoat, and grabbed the lapels of his shirt beneath. A vein in his forehead throbbed as he ripped the coarse cloth down the middle and snapped a large gold cord from around his neck. Tossing the priceless necklace into the depths, he pulled away the dull wooden coin that had hung from it. The last breath bubbled from his lips and ascended into the warped and fiery sky. ______ II. Desperate Measures ______ The coin drifted between Gangplank's pale fingers. It was a thick wooden dubloon that had been crudely, yet painstakingly carved into the wheel of a ship. A severe and beautiful face rested in the middle of the wheel, with long seaweed-like hair weaving in and out of the spokes. Gangplank spasmed as his body protested the lack of oxygen but managed to pull his cutlass from it's scabbard. He raised the tip of the blade to his chest and plunged it deep into his heart. The water turned red and the deep clicking of a Butchersharks' baying sounded in the distance. Smearing the coin with his lifeblood, he mouthed his last words in a silent plea. "I invoke thee, Lady of Vengeance" ______ III. Counterplay ______ The coin shuddered. It ripped itself from his grasp and a piercing blue light exploded out of it, illuminating the seafloor. A loud crack rang out and the coin was gone, leaving in it's place a ghostly apparition. A wraithlike woman with the tail of a great serpent and flowing black hair that drifted like the tentacles of a great kraken. Khula-Istar ripped out one of the many tridents that penetrated her body and leveled it at the dying pirates throat. "**You know the cost**", she stated. Gangplank nodded his assent. "**Sarah Fortune will meet her reckoning. Rise, son of Bilgewater. Rise and enact your vengeance.**" __________________ Notes: I wanted originally to showcase GP's tripolar (Cruel, Fair, and Cunning) personality like they did in Burning Tides by having GP trick Bilgewater-Kalista into taking the soul of his dead ship instead of his, or flesh out how he first acquired the wooden dubloon, but the 400 word limit couldnt support it :( The 3rd chapter was originally called "Gangplank is Dead" or "The Sorrowful Siren" but that put me just over the limit as well
ADC Pest Control
> [{quoted}](name=ADC Pest Control,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0022,timestamp=2015-08-03T05:25:45.350+0000) > > The coin shuddered. It ripped itself from his grasp and a piercing blue light exploded out of it, illuminating the seafloor. A loud crack rang out and the coin was gone, leaving in it's place a ghostly apparition. A wraithlike woman with the tail of a great serpent and flowing black hair that drifted like the tentacles of a great kraken. Well this is really cool - a Bilgewater themed variant (skin?) of Kalista - one who puts you back in the game to enact your own vengeance instead of taking it for you. I love the description of her - like a very old, old, fairy-tale version of a mermaid long before Hans Christian Andersen brought us the more well known little one. I know you railed against the word limit, but I thought you did very well with it. This is a very cool version of events, and I want one of those wooden coins now :)
It wasn't the oranges that saved him. It wasn't that two-coat scuttle crab either. No, that man would slice that fat fool's silvertongue clean off and laugh the seawater into his lungs before he'd cut a deal. But... But we all answer to someone. Even that salty sea hellhound answers to someone. We're all but faithful sons to the Mother Serpent. Not even the Captain himself would dare cross Her. To be damned by the Mother is to be damned by the ocean itself. Even the Boatmen won't take you out. They'll leave your corpse on the docks for the wharf rats to dig in and shit out. But there is one- one thing- that dares to steal from the Bearded Lady. Its done it before, and it will do it again. And it's coming. While men die like dogs on the streets with no master to whip them, the Black Mist is coming. The Mother needs Gangplank. Bilgewater is lost without the Captain- Just look at you lot, drunk on ale and rum and the end of times. You think there's a man out there that can bring this city together to face that damn Mist before it comes to take our lives- Mother's tribute- to the Shadow Isles? It's not going to be that ginger wench. Hah! I can find five more just like her in the bawdy house down the street. A hundred silver serpents for the lot. The Bearded Lady is angry. The Shadow Isles have stolen from Her one time too many, and this year, She will have Her vengeance. She spat that man out of Her depths and sent him to collect Her dues. And with Her blessing, he will. Starting with that duck-faced, pouting bitch, he will. [Word Count: 293 Words]
Annapii
> [{quoted}](name=Annapii,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=003a,timestamp=2015-08-03T12:20:57.380+0000) > > But there is one- one thing- that dares to steal from the Bearded Lady. Its done it before, and it will do it again. And it's coming. While men die like dogs on the streets with no master to whip them, the Black Mist is coming. Dang, Annapii! How do you _really_ feel about Miss Fortune? ;) Nah - I get it - I could imagine there'd be some very staunch Gangplank supporters with little nice to say about her (and also the reverse could be quite true). I like the weighty, dangerous feel that while Gangplank is a terrible, terrible man, who does terrible terrible things - some things are just unnatural and much much worse. He may be awful, but he's living awful, and he's our awful.
I have watched these docks for many a year, and never have I seen a being of such pure malice, and evil as the one called Gangplank. When the rest of the docks when up in a roar of flames, and gun fire, when the rest of Bilgewater celebrated the chance for glory, power, and riches left in the wake of that damned man’s fall. I looked to the sea, and watched. The waters were churning, almost as if enraged. I knew then, it best to quietly stepped back into my tavern, lock up, and pull back ol’bulnda and wait for those who would try to take everything from me. The return of the dreaded Gangplank did not surprise me. I tell ya now, he is no ordinary man, and the sea rejects him, as much as it embraces him. He is a scourge the like none will ever see again. He didn’t survive, he didn’t walk away. The sea spat him out, the world desperately spewing out the thing that he is. The quiet turmoil the seas were full of during his ‘passing’ have all gone, the waters now feast upon the blood of young men again. Just as they wanted, but the waters yearned for more. They held onto that evil as long as they could, but he rose from the seas, like some blasted monster from nightmares, and has come back to draw the blood of every last person who opposes him, betrayed him. Now I can’t speak on why the world wants him alive, but I could guess. The man who is Gangplank, will feed the seas its due like never before, and as such the sea will continue to hungrily support the dread pirate. The seas are hungry like that. The sound of my door whining against the coming intruders, but I knew it was not those who sought power anew that came for me. Instead it is the slow steps of a man who traps himself with fear and power like they were so much simple clothes. This was a man hunting down the only one who dare store so much powder on these docks. “Normally, I would take my time with the likes of you.” The gruff voice growled, never once stepping from the shadows of my doorway. “Drag him out, traitors be only worth chum these days.” In the last moments before the now red seas took me, I could only think: There is no Question, the Dread Pirate Gangplank returned.
SlayerRequiem
> [{quoted}](name=SlayerRequiem,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0050,timestamp=2015-08-03T19:33:09.712+0000) > > ...I knew then, it best to quietly stepped back into my tavern, lock up, and pull back ol’bulnda and wait for those who would try to take everything from me. Very ominous, though I count it at 419 words? That's a bit over the 400 limit, unfortunately. Nonetheless - I like the seriously ominous tone this conveys, the dread (like the name) is palpable from our narrator. I was a little confused as to why our barkeep narrator is on Gangplank's hit list - there's no implication of him betraying the Pirate 'King' - just of him hiding from the riots. Is it implied? I like the idea that the sea held him until the fighting died down, and then spat him out to generate more fighting (and blood). Lots of people seem to have latched on to the theme of the seas of Bilgewater demanding their due, and you've done well to convey it.
Riot, this is a joke. We're in the middle of event trying to unlock rewards and running out of time. 55MS and its playing like im at 10k ping. Please stop ignoring us and at least let us know you're looking in to it.... Silence is pretty damn frustrating.
Baseraper
Folks - If you're having ISP issues you need to provide some details in your posts. ISP and location will help us pinpoint the areas you're talking about. I have done some digging and can see potential issues between Salt Lake City and Denver that may be impacting some players on Comcast. If this is you, please help us out by letting us know.
> [{quoted}](name=ProfDrDeath,realm=EUW,application-id=3ErqAdtq,discussion-id=fyaLHF0Y,comment-id=0001,timestamp=2015-08-03T20:41:32.025+0000) > > You don't know the actual impact of the Armor changes yet. > > It could very well be that they increase FH's and Thornmail's cost by 100-200, respectively, and get Randuin's back at 3k pricing, and then call it a day. Which is actually what I hope they do - it is not the amount of Armor you can get that is off, but the inexpensiveness with which you get said amounts. We're talking changes a little bit bigger than that, but not by too much. Few examples: * Frozen Heart: 2600g (was 2450g), 90 Armor (was 100 Armor). * Banshee's: 2700g (was 2750g), 60 MR (was 55 MR), now builds from Crystalline Bracer instead of Ruby Crystal (total cost still the same, so combine cost's cheaper). * Thornmail: 2300g (was 2100g), now reflects 15% damage + 25% of your bonus Armor (was 30% damage). Rewards using Thornmail with other armor effects, allows the damage reflect to still be significant against enemies dealing much of their damage through on hit effects instead of raw auto attack damage (e.g. Vayne). Significantly weaker as a sole Armor item however. This is about as big as this set of changes gets by the way, most of the others are just stat adjustments, not functionality changes.
Meddler
One update since there seems to be a bit of confusion: Thornmail's not being changed to reflect on hit damage. It's damage calculation is being changed to be less based off the enemies AD, with damage instead also coming from the target's Armor, reducing the different in damage reflected for full AD builds versus on hit builds.
His ears rang. Something important had just happened, what was it? The gathering light grew dimmer above him. Doesn't matter now.. As the clothes on his acing body filled with water he slipped gently into darkness damp embrace. A heavy thud startled him out of his dreamlike thoughts. As he turned his head to see what had hit him a familiar face stared back at him with blank eyes. He couldn't help but smile grimly and chuckle as he realized where he was. Was it life having one last joke at his expense? There he was with his treacherous mutineers he had sank just the week before to the bottom of the sea floor. They all stared back at him with blank eyes, chains still attached to their bloated decaying bodies. I took a while before he realized that he could actually see them. The darkness of the sea floor was illuminated by a single light, and it was coming closer. As it swept by the dark silhouettes of bloated corpses, reaching for a sky they'll never see again, he heard a voice both calming and terrifying. _Poor lost souls.._ He had expected none other at his end and as the light grew stronger he felt a small sense of relief washing through him, the rest at the end of a hard life. _ Come closer.._ He reached out towards the light. It felt warm, then excruciating as he realized he was no longer sliding but being sucked in. It burned, he could feel himself being thorn from his body. In a rush of the deleterious determination of a man with nothing left to lose he clenched his hand and pulled it out of the alluring light. The rush of heat flashed through his aching arm. He screamed but nothing but bubbles came out of his mouth. His hand ablaze with the fire of a thousand souls sizzled as it boiled the water. _Going somewhere..?_ As the shape of his reaper came closer he grabbed the chains of the bloated corpses. His burning hand melted through the steel and the rising bodies drew him towards salvation. Gasping for air he emerged, floating on his former crew, former enemies, doesn't matter. As he floated towards the shore he thought he could hear a voice in the waves as they splashed and roared. _Nobody escapes... ...nothingness.._
haywire android
> [{quoted}](name=haywire android,realm=EUNE,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0054,timestamp=2015-08-03T20:10:23.535+0000) > _Come closer.._ > > He reached out towards the light. It felt warm, then excruciating as he realized he was no longer sliding but being sucked in. It burned, he could feel himself being thorn from his body. So Gangplank had a near death experience, where the afterlife burns hot enough to melt iron, and his stymied reaper will continue to seek him out? Pretty grim! :D I love the idea of him using the bloated floating corpses of the men he had killed like balloons to float out of death's reach. That's both horrific and slightly comedic at once. (Or maybe that's just my sense of humor.) Overall, I liked it - it was solid and the introduction of your corpse balloons entertains wonderfully :D
Gangplank was not a weak man. A cannon blast? They may as well have fired rotting oranges. The chilling sea? He treated it as a shallow pond. Every man has his limits, though, and Gangplank was nearing his. He struggled to reach the surface. Red light filtered down as pieces of wood, metal, rigging and bodies sank all around him. He didn’t want to believe it, but the unthinkable was happening right before his eyes. The Dead Pool was sinking. Suddenly he felt himself wrenched backwards. Pain shot through his left arm. The surface flew farther and farther away. Through the murk, he saw a razorfin’s tail as it sped away, its teeth cutting into his arm. He reached around, grabbed its tail and pulled. The razorfin stopped moving and whirled around. Gangplank shoved his fingers deep into its eye. He held on and kicked its underbelly over and over. Eventually, the predator lost its breath and swam away, leaving Gangplank to his fate. As he sunk, his arm hanging useless and his strength waning, he was forced to acknowledge the truth; he was going to die. He looked down at the sea floor and to his amazement, he saw Death’s Daughter lying on its side. The first thing he thought was it’s fitting that he should die next to his prized cannon. The second thing he thought was that he should be able to see the corpses of Graves and T.F. down here, too. But he didn’t. Confused, he saw the chains nearby and the dagger faintly glowing on the floor. Rage filled what little conscience he had left. They were still alive. He had been taken for a fool. He reached the seabed and planted his feet. With anger coursing through his body, he pushed off with all his might and surged to the surface. He pulled himself onto a small rocky outcropping and lay there gasping and retching seawater. What a sorry sight. Gangplank, the Saltwater Scourge was floundering on a rock like some dying fish. He forced himself up and for the first time, saw the blaze that engulfed the Dead Pool. He looked around and saw the Syren floating just out of eyeshot, hiding behind rocks. He knew what he had to do. With a renewed sense of purpose, he stood up and made his way back to his former domain. {{champion:41}}
KaiSiCleaver
> [{quoted}](name=KaiSiCleaver,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0056,timestamp=2015-08-03T20:38:13.588+0000) > > ...As he sunk, his arm hanging useless and his strength waning, he was forced to acknowledge the truth; he was going to die. I _do_ like to see a semicolon used well :) I thought for a second you were going to use the glowing dagger as an element, as you'd mentioned it, but it seems you took a leaf out of our book and have decided not to focus on it here. I thought your opening was very strong, with the boastful nature of the descriptions of the sea and of cannon fire - but that the rest was long on scene setting but short on action. Obviously, that's going to be tricky in 400 words, so I sympathize! :D
For some reason, riot made the sound that plays when you try to cast an ability but cant a lot louder this patch, and you can't turn it off without turning off all sound effects. As a zac main, spamming the w key makes it a lot easier and faster to clear the jungle than checking how long until i can cast the spell again, and many other champions have a similar spell on their kit. I'd rather not have a huge headache every time i'm playing one of these champions, so is there any way we could disable that sound, or could it be put back to where it was before? disabling all sounds doesn't seem like a good option, it helps warn me when an ability is being cast.
ramslam
It's turned way down for the upcoming patch - thanks for hanging in there while we're ironing out SFX for the new HUD.
And is muted according to the button on the right. Why can I still hear pings? I've even closed my client and restarted it.
Krigjer
That's cuz' I broke it - should be fixed in this patch - sorry folks. =/
- “All rivers lead to the ocean y’know? It’s all downstream.” Meko’s fellow scallywags groaned in unison, it was just another of his Tahm Kench theories. “Gangplank was a big guy, he’d just have hauled himself to that devil, and you all know it.” “With how much that bastard was worth you’d think he’d be neck-deep in debt to Kench” Krook spat onto the rugged wall. “A man that far up doesn’t just fall to the devil in an instant Meko, use your brain.” Meko withdrew himself, Gangplank did have it all. He was a king who didn’t have to care for his civilians. Access to the highest luxuries without any draw backs of politics. That kind of position is probably something that even Tahm couldn’t attain Meko thought. He knew Gangplank’s pride would take over before he’d beg to anyone. “Gangplank's just a man.” Krook hesitated his next words, a few days ago he’d have been hung for calling Gangplank that. A mere man. “Aye, a bit too much of one, but a man none the less. Grit and ambition is what made him and it's what kept him livin'.” Simplicity, Gangplank's brutal lover. Jersey drew a deep breath and chuckled to himself, the streets may have be in chaos but for the first time he felt safe in Bilgewater. “It’s not like you to smile Jersey, let alone laugh.” It was indeed a rare sight, Derek had to actually think months back to find his answer. “Last time I seen that was when we escaped from that demon in the jungle.” “Demon? Ach, yer full of it Derek, it was just a bug.” Krook swung his arm around Derek pulling him closer. Both of them broke out into merriment, pints up, spilling their drink onto the table with each sway. Meko was eagerly clapping his hands to the song they were singing. “OI, WHO’S GONE N’ SPAT ON ME?” A boom from below. Krook’s spit had fallen through the cracked wooden flooring. “I’LL HAE YER SCALP PEELED!” “We’ll need to find a new bar, it seems this one can’t hold us anymore, Captain.” Krook hated being called Captain, but with Jersey it was always in good jest. “I’m not yet, boy.” He took a final swig then pointed downstairs. “But with that bastard dethroned, I can try.” And with gritted teeth, he went down to brawl. - 397, went with something less boisterous, I just hope that worked.
Erunata
> [{quoted}](name=Erunata,realm=EUW,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0058,timestamp=2015-08-03T22:02:44.831+0000) > > “OI, WHO’S GONE N’ SPAT ON ME?” A boom from below. Krook’s spit had fallen through the cracked wooden flooring. “I’LL HAE YER SCALP PEELED!” Do I sense someone who is familiar with the Scots? That turn of phrase is pretty distinctive up there... Anyway - a cool take on the tavern story telling style! I liked being introduced to some of the more common folk of Bilgewater - the ones who live or die on the whims of our larger players, but who's stories are just as real. Meko, Krook, Jersey, and Derek - nice to see their version of events. Not sure I quite understand how Krook thinks that with Gangplank downstairs, he has a shot at the title. Seems like folly to me. Unless... unless Krook didn't recognize the voice, or know who it was who threatened his scalp? If that were the case, I'm missing out on a lot of the pathos. Anyway - nice style, love the subjects, maybe the word count resulted in a bit of confusion at the end for me there.
I woke up to fire and death. A scene of the worst kind. One not of my own making. Rising like a drawn anchor my eyes slowly paint a picture of my sinking ship and scattered flesh. The deep roar of fire and and dying screams is masked by the pounding of my blood. A half torn figure of a man slowly sloughs towards me through the rising water and flames. A man who should already be dead. As he reaches me the remains of his face slowly form words. "Captain...?" The air shudders. --- The world once again blacks out into a sea of darkness and fire. A barrel of powder. One of three. I cough up scarlet and grimace as I slowly shove the dead man off, sparing him no further glance. His blood stains my once majestic coat a further shade of red. His blood adding to my own. I stagger to my feet. Painfully tracing along the side of a broken cannon. I hear a pop and out of the corner of my eye I see the fire reach another barrel of powder. The air shudders. --- The explosion shreds through the wreckage sending a spray of hooks and splinters upon my mangled body. Once again I grace the shattered floorboards, the cannon rolling over my sword arm and punching a hole in the deck beside me. A torrent of frigid water surges, the salt searing my wounds. I gasp uncontrollably as I haul myself from death's encroaching embrace. But it is only a temporary escape from the inevitable. I am no longer in any shape to swim, even if I could the fishes have a taste for blood. The cold depths are calling and I have fed it more than enough flesh and iron to know what awaits me. As the fire edges towards the final barrel of powder my eyes wander, tracing through my watery tomb. The burning cold embrace or a fiery death, I wonder which will take me first. A light catches my eye. The consuming depths of the wharf swirl, reflecting a slight glow. A glow that is not fire. A twisted irony. A card. Embers echo, smoldering in the cruel depths of Gangplank's eyes. There are things to be doing. And one thing is to be sure. They are easier to do when you are a dead man. The air shudders.
Shockforce
> [{quoted}](name=Shockforce,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=002c,timestamp=2015-08-03T07:27:55.741+0000) > > ...The air shudders. That's a really cool mechanic you have there, Shockforce - the repetition of the phrase which is first understood to be the explosions that surround Gangplank - but that finally comes to mean the card teleportation effect. That was very cleverly done. I definitely got the same tempo as from the various Acts of the event - so you achieved your goal there in following the style. (In my opinion). Whether or not Gangplank would be able to pull off the same trick Twisted Fate could, given the right card and some solid motivation... I'm not entirely convinced. But it makes for a good story :D
(idk if I'm allowed to do two but this idea popped into my head as I was undergoing personal thinking time in the bathroom) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ... And thus the council will add a codicil to the original amendment regarding Ekko's tampering with quantum science. The world as we know it isn't ready for these types of endevours, and we will still sentence Ekko to a lifetime of biostatis for meddling with our timeline. Do you understand the severity of what you've done, boy? -{{item:2043}} "Shut up! I didn't do anything, let me go!" - {{champion:245}} He doesn't understand, you fool. Only we would. -{{item:2044}} Ahem. Don't keep him in the dark. You have the freedom to elaborate. -{{item:2049}} Very well. Fool of a boy, do you know the name Captain Gangplank? - {{item:2043}} "N-no I nev-" -{{champion:245}} Yes, of course you have. The man you murdered, the 'whistling man' was an adversary of his. One that we needed alive to prevent recent events from unfolding. His constant supply of Piltovian commodities to Sarah, or better known as 'Miss', Fortune and her faction interested Gangplank three days ago, making him decide to raid the next shipment near the Eastern coast of Piltover. At least, that's what was supposed to happen. Then you decided to play with time, and not only causing a chain reaction that killed Gangplank, but will inadvertantly start a war between Sarah Fortune's Bilgewater, and the to-be-formed Eastern Confederacy. - {{item:2043}} "Wha.. I didn't.. Stop, you're lying to me! You can't predict the future! Nobody can!" - {{champion:245}} Ahem. This war will not only cause the deaths of thousands of people who should have lived peaceful lives, but will force us to intervene to keep this world from being invaded by the Void. Thus, you force us to break into scrolls kept safe for a millenium to clean up your mess. Vows we must break, because you decided to play God. - {{item:2049}} "SHUT UP! Take off your masks, you cowards! Fate isn't real! Let me go, this isn't justice!" - {{champion:245}} Ahh, quiet boy. You're not in a position to be giving orders. - {{item:2045}} All in favor of starting a new timeline by bringing Gangplank back to life to avoid crisis? I must remind you all, this goes against all of our predecessor's teachings, and we do not know if this will even work. - {{item:2043}} Aye - {{champion:10}} Aye - {{champion:16}} Ahem. Aye -{{champion:89}} Then I shall do it. . . Chronoshift! - {{champion:26}}
SquishyTentacles
> [{quoted}](name=SquishyTentacles,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=005a,timestamp=2015-08-03T23:16:19.594+0000) > > Very well. Fool of a boy, do you know the name Captain Gangplank? - {{item:2043}} > > "N-no I nev-" -{{champion:245}} I think it's ok if someone submitted more than one story in the time limit - after all, the aim is to share interesting stories, not to make up boring rules! This one is interesting - you save a lot of words by using the items, and by doing so, you also leave a great deal as a mystery as to who the voices belong to. Neat trick and very appropriate to the media you're working in! So, let me get this straight (because messing with time is always a little knotty). Ekko used time manipulation to kill the Piltover man who killed his friend. That Piltover man was Miss Fortune's contact and would have distracted her from her plan to kill Gangplank (or at least delayed it). Because he was dead, Miss Fortune's plan went ahead, and Gangplank died - causing a chain reaction that results in a Valoran-wide war and millions of deaths.
I'm really curious to hear what was thought about my post. I have yet to receive a response from our esteemed judge. I fear I might have been missed because my post was the last on page seven. :o
EcoWolfBlade
> [{quoted}](name=EcoWolfBlade,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=005f,timestamp=2015-08-04T04:58:05.645+0000) > > I'm really curious to hear what was thought about my post. I have yet to receive a response from our esteemed judge. I fear I might have been missed because my post was the last on page seven. :o Still working through them - making sure I read every one before I judge. Had to go eat dinner though!
You don't know the actual impact of the Armor changes yet. It could very well be that they increase FH's and Thornmail's cost by 100-200, respectively, and get Randuin's back at 3k pricing, and then call it a day. Which is actually what I hope they do - it is not the amount of Armor you can get that is off, but the inexpensiveness with which you get said amounts.
ProfDrDeath
> [{quoted}](name=ProfDrDeath,realm=EUW,application-id=3ErqAdtq,discussion-id=fyaLHF0Y,comment-id=0001,timestamp=2015-08-03T20:41:32.025+0000) > > You don't know the actual impact of the Armor changes yet. > > It could very well be that they increase FH's and Thornmail's cost by 100-200, respectively, and get Randuin's back at 3k pricing, and then call it a day. Which is actually what I hope they do - it is not the amount of Armor you can get that is off, but the inexpensiveness with which you get said amounts. We're talking changes a little bit bigger than that, but not by too much. Few examples: * Frozen Heart: 2600g (was 2450g), 90 Armor (was 100 Armor). * Banshee's: 2700g (was 2750g), 60 MR (was 55 MR), now builds from Crystalline Bracer instead of Ruby Crystal (total cost still the same, so combine cost's cheaper). * Thornmail: 2300g (was 2100g), now reflects 15% damage + 25% of your bonus Armor (was 30% damage). Rewards using Thornmail with other armor effects, allows the damage reflect to still be significant against enemies dealing much of their damage through on hit effects instead of raw auto attack damage (e.g. Vayne). Significantly weaker as a sole Armor item however. This is about as big as this set of changes gets by the way, most of the others are just stat adjustments, not functionality changes.
Here's one: It was the explosion that drew Fizz's attention, the fire and sinking ship that kept it, and the fact he had just lost his dinner that made him decide to check it out. The young lad had been scoping the city out from a distant cay, a notoriously dangerous fishing spot for the pitch black water hid the rocks and reefs below. It made for an ideal hiding spot for those who knew their way around. But this was an odd occurrence - he had yet to see one of the human's boats simply explode in a ball of light like that. It made him curious enough to investigate. He swam as quickly as he could through the dark bay waters, gazing up at the red light that grew as he came closer. Even the water felt warmer here, as deep as it was. He came closer and closer until suddenly the heat grew far too intense. There was muffled crackling from the surface above where the light was intense - it seemed to resemble the hot vents from below the deepest depths, but the light was far more intense and danced with vigor. Though drawn to investigate the dancing heat vent, he could feel movement coming from the waters below, and Fizz turned to face the source. He could see one of those humans flailing in the dark, clawing and kicking toward the surface. But only three limbs moved - one lay limp at the side. On instinct, Fizz sought to help the struggling human, swimming up and taking hold of his arm. The human looked startled, but without fear - instead, it seemed to reach for the blade that lay sheathed at his belt. But the human was slow in the water, and Fizz gave a single swift kick to knock the human's hand away. He then grabbed it by the good arm and dragged it to the surface. Daunted by the aggression of the human, though, Fizz quickly ducked away - he didn't know what else to expect from the stranger. ______ "I don't know what that thing was. I don't know where it went. But its head will roll with the others that did this. Nobody crosses me and gets away with it. And certainly I refuse to owe my life to any man. Especially if that man is a goddamn fish." ______ ______ So there's that story, and then I just have this one for funsies because the idea tickled me: Gangplank found himself trapped beneath the barrel of Death's Daughter. The cannon wouldn't budge no matter how he pushed, and there was no way he was ever going to get it off of him with only one arm useful anyway. As his vision turned black, he felt himself suddenly enveloped in a warm, soothing light. Gangplank hated soothing things. He glanced about confused as he found himself on his feet, standing perfectly fine in what appeared to be an entirely white room. Then, almost cartoonishly, a figure poofed into existence right in front of him. A small, furry figure in cargo shorts with a halo above its head and a harp. {{champion:41}} "... Death's quite a drug." {{champion:17}} "Oh, absolutely. I'm addicted to it myself. You should try it more often." {{champion:41}} "So what, are you here to take me to heaven then?" {{champion:17}} "Who, me? What? Oh, right. No, no, this was just for role-play night with the missus. We were just getting going when I had to come talk to your dumb ass. Thanks for that, by the way." {{champion:41}} "... Who the hell're you then?" {{champion:17}} "Oh, the name's Teeeeeee... Teemo? Timbo? Timone? I forget what everyone calls me. Name's Lucifer, but you can call me Satan." {{champion:41}} "... Is this a goddamn joke?" {{champion:17}} "Beg pardon?" {{champion:41}} "You're lord of Hell? You? How stupid you think I am?" {{champion:17}} "Woah, woah, woah! Rude, mister! I'm about as evil as they get!" {{champion:41}} "Prove it then." {{champion:17}} "What?" {{champion:41}} "Prove you're Satan." {{champion:17}} "Pfft. Let me just bring you to hell then." {{champion:41}} "Any ol' devil can do that. Hell, angels do it all the time by kicking people on their asses." {{champion:17}} "You're a jaded old bastard." {{champion:41}} "Bring me back to life." {{champion:17}} "Okay, I'm sorry, but no." {{champion:41}} "You have my soul, you get to decide what happens to it if you're Satan, so bring me back to life and I'll believe you." {{champion:17}} "You're just trying to get me to revive you. Sorry, but that spell was removed." {{champion:41}} "... Wait, what?" {{champion:17}} "Fourth wall joke." {{champion:41}} "Ah." {{champion:17}} "Seriously, though. You think I'm that stupid?" {{champion:41}} "How about I bring you back a soul in exchange then?" {{champion:17}} "... Whose soul?" {{champion:41}} "Miss Fortune's soul." {{champion:17}} "That hot piece of ass!? Shit yeah! You bring her back, I'll give you as many goddamn lives as you want!" {{champion:41}} "Deal." {{champion:17}} "Have fun! AND DON'T FAIL. Honestly, gonna need a new wife because my current marriage has lost all its spark..." ______ {{champion:41}} And that's how I came back to life.
For Carthage
> [{quoted}](name=For Carthage,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=005b,timestamp=2015-08-03T23:44:58.573+0000) > > ...It was the explosion that drew Fizz's attention, the fire and sinking ship that kept it, and the fact he had just lost his dinner that made him decide to check it out. > ______ > {{champion:17}} ..."Oh, the name's Teeeeeee... Teemo? Timbo? Timone? I forget what everyone calls me. Name's Lucifer, but you can call me Satan." So Gangplank was saved due to the good intentions and natural curiosity of a young fish-man who had missed out on his dinner. There's something quite pleasantly random about that - and of course Gangplank being the vindictive sod that he is, will repay the kindness with death! Poor Fizz. That first story was well written and I was really interested to see Fizz's view on things. Not a view we often see! Your second story.... well... clearly it's the bestest story of all time, but alas it's 6 words over the limit. Such a shame :)
The captain sank into the churning depths, pieces of his truest companion tumbling down around him. His legs were gone, his arms and back scorched, but the pain hadn’t had the time to arrive, never would. After all he had sacrificed for Bilgewater, it would not be snatched away. As he fell, he silently prayed: *Mother Serpent, Bearded Lady, help me, shield me. I am not yet for your depths. Bilgewater needs me. Your people need me. The city will burn without me. Save me. Save me!* A mast fell towards him, sweeping him up in sailcloth and bearing him to the rocky bottom of the bay. With the last air in his lungs, the captain shouted out “TAHM KENCH”, but the linen and water muffled his cry. *You can have it all. The people, my crew, my city. I need more time. I’m not done yet. Not yet. Not yet. Don’t waste yourself on those gamblers, on those little hungers. I have so much more to lose. Take it. Save me!* Lying on the sea bed, the pressure of the water and the weight of the mast crushing him, he thinks what it was like to be the Reaver King of Bilgewater, and if he could laugh, he would. *I’d sail against them in the Harrowing if I could stand on a ship again.* If that were an offer, it disperses into the vastness of the bay. At last, the captain dies. No one sees him, no one hears or heeds his final pleas. Then surging up, cutting through the sackcloth with his everburning sword, comes Gangplank. His hat, his sword, his oranges, all as much a part of him as his never-missing legs and never-intact arm. Legends never die. And after all, every pirate need an artificial arm.
Thales
> [{quoted}](name=Thales,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=005d,timestamp=2015-08-04T02:00:35.378+0000) > > As he fell, he silently prayed: *Mother Serpent, Bearded Lady, help me, shield me. I am not yet for your depths. Bilgewater needs me. Your people need me. The city will burn without me. Save me. Save me!* Ha! You had me there - I was tricked and thought that it'd be that simple at first! But no - three times he pleads to the apparent powers that be, and three times he gets a big fat nothing as response. The moral of the story is that you have to rely on yourself when you're sinking to the bottom of the bay with only one arm. Nice structure to your tale (particularly impressive in so few words).
If you look at the thread, it's pleeps comment that is removed. Also i know i didn't post that comment, and it seems like something pleep would say. Here's a link to the thread, http://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/GD/MZ31IA3c-before-arguing-on-gb-remember-to-screenshot-your-opponents-rank-and-post-it-in-your-argument?comment=00000000 Riot pls
MercuryCannons
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Nighttime fell upon the island of Bilgewater. Sounds of celebration and cheering could be heard throughout Bilgewater over the death of ruthless Captain Gangplank. The docks were silent. One could see a shadow of a little rowboat only lit by a small lantern paddle a hunched figure towards the debris of the _Leviathan_. Yorick Mori, the gravedigger of the Shadow Isles came to Bilgewater knowing the outcome of another Champion. He was just doing his job. Yorick dipped the tip of his shovel into the water and saw Gangplank’s body rise up from the sea. Piece by Piece. The arms floated up a few seconds after, but the rest of the body was somewhat intact. Nothing new for Yorick, most bodies he had buried were never in one piece. Yorick paddled to the Shadow Isles to bury Gangplank and help his soul climb death’s ladder. Placing the body on the shore of the Isles, Yorick got on his knees and began to chant, setting up a ritual to move the soul forward. He saw Gangplank’s soul, and it was still fighting death. Yorick reached out, souls had to embrace death and accept it. Gangplank’s soul fought Yorick immediately, not literally, but in a way. Yorick had an immediate vision. Bilgewater being ruled over by an opposing nation. Gangplank’s crew was the only other thing defending Bilgewater, without it, hungry nations begin fighting, beginning war. Gangplank’s time was not now. Yorick connected Gangplank’s body to his soul. He bandaged the arms with vines from a nearby tree healing them and watched as he calmly reconnected with himself. Gangplank’s body coughed, stood up slowly, and collapsed hard. Next time Gangplank awakes he’ll be normal, but beserk. Yorick left Gangplank on the shore of the Shadow Isles. _Gangplank will know what to do next_, Yorick thought, _if he could survive being who he is for that long, he can surely survive a trip from the Isles to Bilgewater with two broken arms_. Karthus was quite displeased with Yorick with his first unsuccessful soul, but he did know that it would be required for Bilgewater to have a say in Valoran’s next war. {{champion:83}} {{champion:41}}
MetaAwesome
> [{quoted}](name=MetaAwesome,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0038,timestamp=2015-08-03T10:47:08.949+0000) > > Nighttime fell upon the island of Bilgewater. Sounds of celebration and cheering could be heard throughout Bilgewater over the death of ruthless Captain Gangplank. The docks were silent. One could see a shadow of a little rowboat only lit by a small lantern paddle a hunched figure towards the debris of the _Leviathan_. Yorick Mori, the gravedigger of the Shadow Isles came to Bilgewater knowing the outcome of another Champion. He was just doing his job. I always love hearing about the hard-working, just-business, side of Yorick :D Just another day in the death of our favorite grave digger! I'm not sure if you picked the name of the ship yourself, but Gangplank's ship is (well, was) the Deadpool - it was his father's ship I believe. The Leviathan is a good name for a ship though. While I love what you've wrote - and it gives a whole new insight into another element of how Gangplank might be more influential than even he thinks - generally people seem to wonder how Bilgewater will fare during the next Harrowing. Surely Gangplank is in opposition to the Shadow Isles? Maybe Yorick (and Karthus) know things even we cannot suspect...
@Bioluminescence Hey, not sure if I'll make the deadline due to work. but I'd love to take a crack at it. however would you be able to give me more info on the Mother Serpent/Bearded Lady
EchoBun
> [{quoted}](name=EchoBun,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0029,timestamp=2015-08-03T06:34:54.094+0000) > > @Bioluminescence > Hey, not sure if I'll make the deadline due to work. but I'd love to take a crack at it. however would you be able to give me more info on the Mother Serpent/Bearded Lady Aaaaah nuts. Sorry EchoBun - I didn't spot this comment until now. That's really crappy of me, sorry - I was trying to read and comment on every entry (still working on that for the judging). My apologies! I'll ask Jaredan if there's any more information on the Bearded Lady/Mother Serpent to go round tomorrow, though! Better late than never? (Sorry again.)
The sea was _his_ domain, damnit. How much had he lost in those few decisive moments? He was sure that the burning remains of his good ship and his not so good crew accompanied him to the watery abyss. Though it wasn't like he could open his eyes and check. Do you have any idea how much that kind of thing hurts? For all of his sea dogs he ordered, for all of the ships he commanded and all of the treasure he plundered, he was still just a man. Even if he had one of his reputed oranges, he couldn't possibly open his mouth to eat it this far down. There was almost no strength left in him. Only pain. That, and an ever dwindling supply of air. He felt something moving his arm. After a second, he realised this wasn't the first sign of madness. Some small denizen of the waters had grown tired of the carrion around him, and decided he was the next course. _A wharf rat_, he snarled to himself. It wasn't the thought of losing everything that infuriated him at this point. If he was going to meet his end at sea, it sure as hell wasn't going to be by this thing. _You aren't the first pest today to come for my blood today_, he thought as it continued to nibble him. _And you certainly won’t be the last_! In a final burst of strength, he took has good arm and grabbed onto the creature’s tail. It immediately panicked, flailing and gnashing around, as though it would dissuade the last of the former dread king’s strength. But the man wasn’t done. With a thrust of his leg, he gave the creature a sharp kick. The creature’s instincts kicked in. Land. It needed to find land. It turned what little of its tail it could control and pushed itself upwards. As he rose from the depths, Gangplank thought he might pass out from the elation. These waters were his not minutes ago. And one day, they would be his again. Let them tell tall tales of his return from the black depths. The city state would need some fear again. This seemed like a good a start as any.
Sweetie Brella
> [{quoted}](name=Sweetie Brella,realm=EUW,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0039,timestamp=2015-08-03T12:16:54.920+0000) > > ..._A wharf rat_, he snarled to himself. It wasn't the thought of losing everything that infuriated him at this point. If he was going to meet his end at sea, it sure as hell wasn't going to be by this thing. Ha! The only thing more outrageous would be if he spontaneously uncovered a saddle and rode it out of the sea froth like something out of Lord of the Rings! I like how you conveyed the grim determination and... almost... disbelief that he'd been brought so low. I like that element to it.
I'm having trouble completing act 3. when i go to view my current completion rate it says that there is a fog over bilgewater. I was wondering if this was preventing just myself or if everyone has this as a current maintenance issue for everyone. I have seven days so im not worried but i would like to get my last graves icon. so i can be 3/3.
InsanityTaco
This just may be a problem with the information updating quickly. Even if you sit on this page for an extended period of time, does it still not update at all? Additionally, in looking at it further, can you provide a screenshot of what it looks exactly?
Papa told me there is only one thing that makes a man, and that is how he gets his respect. I earned my respect 1000 times over him, when I stabbed the fool in the back and took everything he owned. He was not wrong about what he said in the end, but he wasn't entirely right either. I know what it takes to make a man, and I know what it takes to break one. What he didn't know is a man needs fear as much as respect, if people don't fear you they wont respect you and then you are not a man... A dire lesson he learned. And now I did too. The water rushes inside my lungs uninvited as I fall deeper into the abyss, my left arm waves uselessly by my side burned indistinguishably. All the while hell is raging above me as shrapnel and bodies rain about to sink in the cold depths, some of which barely miss me. As I get closer to the ocean floor my vision blurs as the light starts to fade and give to the darkness of the depths, I am not afraid. _ I _ am the terror of the sea, not the sea itself. I twist around violently to grab something and find the slippery skin of an ocklepod, I close my fist hard and kick it's underside sending it rushing up in a panic. Shapes and hues of black, green and blue pass me by with the tinge of red consistent throughout as I continue upwards. The depths will not claim me today. When my lungs feel like they will burn out I finally reach the surface with a florish, grabbing the closest driftwood that happens to pass me by. This mistake of mine was nearly my undoing, and I will not make it again. I hope you hear this father. Bilgewater will be mine again, and this time _**EVERYONE**_ will learn to fear my name. An orange bob's towards me amongst the oil, blood and corpses. I pick it up and study it for a while, I look back to the ship and grunt "There is work to be done," I throw the orange back out to sea but this time it sinks "there are no more second chances". Sometimes I think that scurvy dog is still there, but this time I am the fool who learns.
Chicken4dinner
> [{quoted}](name=Chicken4dinner,realm=OCE,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=003b,timestamp=2015-08-03T13:03:29.542+0000) > > An orange bob's towards me amongst the oil, blood and corpses. I pick it up and study it for a while, I look back to the ship and grunt "There is work to be done," I throw the orange back out to sea but this time it sinks "there are no more second chances". Controversial action there - throwing the orange back. I like to imagine it's because he realized that some things can't be fixed with just an orange. I like bringing in his father to this - that somewhere inside he's still hating on the old man, measuring himself by him. Would his father have done it? Then Gangplank better do it more brutally. Would his father have chickened out? Then Gangplank will do it twice! Cripes, that's just made me wonder - does Gangplank have any children out there, unknown to him? Are they growing up to be just like their daddy? Does that keep him up at night? Anyway - I really like the angle you've taken with this. Like I said, the father element is fresh. (Nice cameo from an ocklepod too!) He does seem almost blase about the whole almost-dying thing though. There's little sense of panic, or even rage. Just slow burning annoyance and resentment. Intended?
So I started keeping a log of my games, wins or loss and why and it looks like this: 8/2/2015 1st game. Last pick - Support - AFK - Lost 2nd game. Mid Orianna - Lost - Team 1v5 a lot, won lane 8/3/2015 1st game. Annie mid - won, most CS in game 2nd game. Ori mid - won, Highest CS, most Magic Damage, Most Assists 3nd game. Support Janna - won, Most Assists, S- Rank 4th game. Ori mid - AFK - lost 5th game. Ori mid - AFK - lost, Outplayed 6th game. Support Janna - won, Most Assists, shot caller, Mid carried, S- Rank So do you guys think doing this will help me to get out of Bronze? Taking note of the times I lose matches and why should help at leased.
JudasX8 Silver
When I was trying to get from Plat to Diamond, I would track each of my games in a similar way. I'd suggest including specific details in every log and having one "actionable" improvement that you could make after each game. For example, instead of: "Ori mid - AFK - lost, Outplayed", you could put "Ori mid - lost, got behind in farm due to bad trades. Goal: improve trading with lane opponent without losing farm." For my tracking, I would always put one thing that I did very well that game (because I want to keep doing that well) and one thing that I did poorly that I could improve on. Then I would try to do that one thing well in the next game too, as well as improving on what I was doing poorly. For example, you mentioned in a few of your logs that you had "highest CS" or "most magic damage", but that doesn't really remind you of why or how you got to that point. It might be better to expand on that a bit and put something like "got a lot of CS by avoiding trades and focusing on farm," or "got a ton of magic damage by focusing my skillshots on low MR targets." Generally I think that having "actionable" things that you're tracking instead of just general stats will help you figure out what you're doing well, and what you need to improve on. I'd also suggest taking out the "afk" or "team xyz" tracking, since that doesn't really help you improve your own game, but dwells on things that are out of your control. That's just my two cents, good luck on the climb ^.^
last thing gangplank remembered before going under was a blinding flash. He only remembered bits and pieces past that. he remembered sinking towards the bottom, quite quickly actually since he coat was loaded with gold pieces. considering his life choices as he drifted towards the bottom of the bay. as he gently hit the bay floor he remembered seeing something in the murky darkness. A bright light from from a broken chest, in his dying breath his lungs aching and screeching he reached for it and passed out. when gangplank came too he was on a beach a couple miles from where his ship blew up he looked at his right hand and found he was clutching a glowing hourglass he gave a little chuckle as he realized what had happened. "I'm going to have to give the captain I stole this from a thank you" he chuckled he paused for a moment then said "oh wait he's dead"'
newfypuppie
> [{quoted}](name=newfypuppie,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0047,timestamp=2015-08-03T16:30:30.888+0000) > when gangplank came too he was on a beach a couple miles from where his ship blew up he looked at his right hand and found he was clutching a glowing hourglass he gave a little chuckle as he realized what had happened. A Zhonya's Hourglass, perhaps? I like the link (if my guess is right) between the gold in his pockets and the gold effect the item would have given him. Quite an image - a golden Gangplank being thrown about by the waves until finally washing ashore like so much jetsam or lagan finally recovered. Heck, can you imagine if you were diving for loot from the wreck, and found a Gangplank 'statue' in gold? What a fright you'd get! And then you'd die, most likely. Nice way of saving the Captain - one we've not heard before in this group of stories.
I finished a short story yesterday about this, but I guess I can do another. He had come to on a debris littered beach, his whole body covered in sand and pain. The world was swirling around and around until his eyes finally recognized the form of a raven standing over him, rapping its beak against his face. “Greetings, _former_ Duce d’Orange.” It said in its bizarre raven-human hybrid of a voice. That title… There was someone who called me that… “I be hallucinatin’ now, ain’t I?” “On the contrary, my friend. This here is the reality of your situation, surrounded by razorfins and protected by one _extraordinary_ raven. Reality can be absurd at times, no?” “I think that be horse sh-“ Gangplank was rudely interrupted by a snarl of a razorfin. In fact, there were multiple razorfins in a concave around him and the raven. Dozens of them, all scared by a talking raven. It seemed that this was his current reality. “So, be you an angel, or is a deal with tha’ devil in order ‘ere?” “The combination that would be a politician, yes. And the deal you ask of is already in place. You see, your talents and assets are important to a weird peace in Eastern Valoran. In the previous status quo there would be no issue, but the Bilgewaterean situation in the past few hours has been quite disturbing on the political spectrum. You see- Forgive me a moment would you?” The raven halted before an alien stream of multispectral light poured from its mouth, directed over to a rather brave razorfin. The light glanced across the right of its torso, but immediately it started to convulse and scream in agony. The others, scared about what sorcery this bird could conjure, legged it. “If I may continue then. You see, to think that the events will not have an impact on the rest of Valoran is naïve and ignorant of how the world simply works. But I ramble for too long. Your allies have arrived now, and I have organized the aid that you will seemingly require.” The raven said, glancing down at Gangplank’s gnawed arm. “I will leave you in their care for now, but I do not wish my generosity to go unrequited. We will meet at a later date, but till then, farewell.” In a beat of its massive wings, the raven flew off. And with that, his consciousness did too. I'm cutting it shorter than I would have liked, but I think it works.
Ethereal311
> [{quoted}](name=Ethereal311,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0049,timestamp=2015-08-03T16:51:51.076+0000) > > “I be hallucinatin’ now, ain’t I?” > “On the contrary, my friend. This here is the reality of your situation, surrounded by razorfins and protected by one _extraordinary_ raven. Reality can be absurd at times, no?” Saved by a magical raven! A story so strange that even the tipsy tavern goers might not even believe ;D Helping Gangplank understand the grander scheme of things is interesting - I wonder if he knew that his despotic reign has such a stabilizing effect on the political landscape. Does he, in his heart of hearts, think he is the lesser of two evils? Or does he believe that Bilgewater is his to do with as he pleases, and to hell with the consequences. Aaaaanyway - I ramble. I liked it, though it was less a tall-tale than a pseudo-hallucination from Gangplank's perspective. I doubt he'll tell anyone about the encounter, and may even wake disbelieving it himself. Until, of course, the raven returns...
This past weekend I cosplayed a genderbent Ekko at San Japan in San Antonio, Tx. I'd love to get some feedback on how I could improve it (asides from the gloves and hair). Although I wasn't too pleased by my hair color, I was going for a style like in the first photo (I despise wigs.) No gloves because of time constraints. Out of everything the props are my favorite. I decided to add led lights thanks to inspiration from [Kadu Out Cosplay](https://www.facebook.com/Kaduout). Credit to [Kiyouko](http://kiyouko.deviantart.com/) for the artwork. {{champion:245}}
emagee
Man, the Doctor would have been _very_ displeased with Ekko's time-manipulating shenanigans. If the vortex manipulator offended him, the Zero Drive would send him up the wall! (Excellent job on that Zero Drive though - the glowing is particularly well done.)
Not sure if you want to read or not but this is my theory: > Knocked down by that bastard, my blood boiled. The sight of that man usually did that. How he escaped was a mystery. > I got up to my feat as he plunged into the watery depths. I almost smiled. What was this, a joke, a mockery? I will let the fool go, just this last time. > Over the distance, I barely noticed it. Almost too late. The one ship that was not like the rest. In the midst of them was she. Her beauty and red hair could not hide her. Other rows of ships began appear in mere seconds. > "Turn-!" That's all I could muster as a cannon had hit the rear. I toppled over into the mirk bellow. My arm was caught onto something. It was a hook. Blood rolled onto my face. I tugged to free it. But the next thing I knew, something hard and hot had knocked off the chain. I hollered in pain. Not even the cool water could stop it. > I accepted my fate. Bellow, I was able to see those two. Then, everything went black. > I woke up on the beach. How I had got there was a mystery. I walked towards that place. > My memories began to fly at me in circles. I remembered that moment again. > 'My father told me to test my strength that day. If I wasn't able to do it, he'd gut me like he said he would. It had to have to be a select person. All that mattered, was who.' > 'I made sure the bandana was fully tightened and walked into the shop.' > '"Heard you two been having sold guns to others than our crew." They looked at me in fear. > "I thought so." I shot them both, and they fell to the floor. I was about to turn and leave when I heard that sound.' I should had made sure she was dead. I remember now. That girl I didn't finish off that day. 'I shot her and thought her dead, but she still haunts me to this day.' > I made it to the shop. "Doc," I scream, "I need you to fix my arm."
Rew711
> [{quoted}](name=Rew711,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=001200000000,timestamp=2015-08-03T12:41:43.801+0000) > > Over the distance, I barely noticed it. Almost too late. The one ship that was not like the rest. In the midst of them was she. Her beauty and red hair could not hide her. Other rows of ships began appear in mere seconds. Ah, the first-person Gangplank method :) I like the little flashback at the end there to give us a litle more context on Sarah's formative event, though it does lessen his vicious history. He's not a bad guy - he was just bullied into it by his father? Eh, I'm not entirely convinced ;) While I agree that much of his cruelty is nurture, I do think that he was the creator of his own destiny in many ways. While I like the flashback, and the description of the moment of attack itself - we don't know how he got to the beach! _That_ mystery is what all the tavern-flies will be talking about :D
Is there anyway I can get a Large Resolution image of the Dead Pool from the burning tides event? I would love to use it as a wallpaper.
Thor Odinson
Somebody pulled the [art from each act together in one spot](http://imgur.com/a/llujA) on Imgur - is that the Dead Pool image you're looking for?
_"Blasted thief"_ Gangplank murmured, gently sinking into the deep blue. But this was not the first time the captain had to swim. Unlike most pirates, Gangplank still had both legs. Putting the peeled orange in his mouth, he began to kick to the surface. **SPLASHHHHHH!** He surfaces. Ropes begin to immediately drop to pull the captain up. _"A loyal crew"_, he whispers to himself. As he was pulled aboard the ship, Gangplank realizes the banner was different. None of his crew were there either. At that moment he knew. _"Still mad about that ship?"_ Noxian soldiers begin to surround the captain. _“7-8-9”_, he slowly counted. "_3 maybe, but 9?_", he was outnumbered. The gunpowder in his pistol was wet, and useless now. All he had was his sword, pocketful of oranges and 3 of that thief’s cards; red, yellow, and blue. The soldiers continued to move closer. In the corner of his eye, he sees a powder keg. _"How hard could it be?"_, he thought. He reaches for the yellow card, and quickly throws it toward the keg. **WHOOOOOOOOOSH** --The card misses, and disappears into the dark. The soldiers laugh. Reaching for the blue card, Gangplank accidentally drops the red card. Not that it matters, he only had enough time to throw one more before he was ground into chum. **CLUUUUNKKKKK** -- The blue card hits the keg dead-on, and begins to glow blue ---- nothing happens and the card vanishes. Gangplank knew there was no escape. "Face me, swab!" he shouted. Right at that moment one of the charging soldiers steps onto the red card. **KAAAAAAAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM** Noxian soldiers fly off the ship, leaving 1 behind with Gangplank. _“I was cutting throats and sinking Noxian war galleys when you were still pissing your britches, boy. You don’t want to take me on”_, the captain roared. The last soldier jumps off the ship and into the depths. _"Blasted thief"_ Gangplank murmurs again, sailing away in the Noxian ship.
Gordo San
> [{quoted}](name=Gordo San,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0036,timestamp=2015-08-03T10:11:05.392+0000) > > > As he was pulled aboard the ship, Gangplank realizes the banner was different. None of his crew were there either. At that moment he knew. > > _"Still mad about that ship?"_ > > Noxian soldiers begin to surround the captain. Ha - Gangplank must surely know you don't mess with Swain without it coming back to bite you. I like the idea of him having TF's valuables that were taken from him during Act III, though I have trouble imagining him trying to throw them with any kind of accuracy. (Have you tried card throwing? It's dang hard!) Maybe I'm underestimating Gangplank - after all, he's got a creative side I didn't learn of til recently. The idea of him sailing of with YET ANOTHER Noxian ship is highly amusing, though. Swain will _love_ that.
Gangplank’s back. That don’t surprise me a bit. By now you must’ve heard a thousand stories. There’s people sayin’ he made a deal with the River King. There’s people sayin’ he shot the cannonball down. There’s people sayin’ the sea itself spit him out. A few think it was Noxian necromancy. There’s even a few people still insisting he really is dead and gone. They’re half right. He’s dead. He just ain’t gone. I know the truth, and the truth is you can’t stop a man like him by killing him. That ain’t gonna do nothing, oh no. Captain Fortune doesn’t understand the kind of man she’s dealing with. A man like Gangplank won’t give up just because he’s dead. That man rules the island. There’s all kinds of stories about him, and the nastiest ones are the truest. You know what they say he did to the other pirate captains when he came to power? All true. The man’s as close to a demon as you can get short of the River King himself. He’s merciless. If you cross him, you *never* survive. And don’t think killing him will help. Death tried to take him. I guess he just had other plans.
Icestar1186
> [{quoted}](name=Icestar1186,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0053,timestamp=2015-08-03T20:08:58.559+0000) > > Gangplank’s back. That don’t surprise me a bit. By now you must’ve heard a thousand stories. There’s people sayin’ he made a deal with the River King. There’s people sayin’ he shot the cannonball down. There’s people sayin’ the sea itself spit him out. A few think it was Noxian necromancy. There’s even a few people still insisting he really is dead and gone. Our first meta-story! Good stuff :D Very clever - referencing the other tall tales we've heard here - especially being able to use their grim horror to bolster your own! Definitely points for cunning efficiency. I also notice that you leave much to the reader's imagination - saying that the stories about the other Captains were true (so we are left to speculate wildly how horrific they were). You're a canny one to take advantage of reader imagination. The monster never shown is the scariest.
Gangplank was listed on the f2p rotation from 21st http://na.leagueoflegends.com/en/news/champions-skins/free-rotation/new-free-champion-rotation-sona-vayne-taric-and-more
Moobeat
Ahhhh, I did not scroll down far enough in that post!!! That is my mistake. Let me edit my original reply.
"He's back, they say", Mills said over his drink to the man to his left. He let it hang in the air with the blue smoke that curled in the air between and above them, and hung in a cloud, filling the hull of the overturned ship that made up the building's roof. No reply came initially. The whole den of thieves and cutthroats lay as silent as death, and culled in numbers; The wars in the streets had took their toll. Those who cared were still binding men en masse to anchors for the boatman. The fighting had slowed, and rumours of the old king had begun to circle, the air was _thick_ with them. Thick with fear, too. Gangplank had never taken treachery lightly, and if he yet lived, there was bound to be a reckoning. Calm heralded storms, and every man knew what was coming would make even the night of the old king's fall look like a rain cloud on a sunny day. "O'course 'e's back", came McAaron's reply. "Never were a mortal man, 'im", he shivered in place, tightening his eyes in a wince as he recalled the screaming he'd heard coming from the Dead Pool's hull once when he'd been aboard it. A long haul from his drink soothed the edges of his nerves enough to open them again. "If not a man, then what?", Mills asked, not quite incredulous, but certainly pretending to be. "Looked like a man to me" "Aye, and so do the beasts o' the harrowin'. Yer a fool iffin' ye t'ink fer a moment oll the stories 'bout ol' Gangplank are just fer scarin' children. 'E's a changlin'. A monstrous babe placed in a 'uman's crib while 'is parents slept. No _man_ coulda survived what 'e did." Mills spluttered his drink and raised a stern finger to his cracked lips, it disappeared into the grey mass of his beard as he hushed his friend. “Shh! If he's back and he hears you...” McAaron laughed sarcastically, “Hah! 'E sees any o' us again an' the boatman'll never find all o' our parts, don't t'ink elsewise”. Mills turned pale. That much, at least, he knew to be true. “Then I suppose it doesn't matter. If he is alive... We... Are dead.” 383 {{champion:35}}
ScreamPaste
> [{quoted}](name=ScreamPaste,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0057,timestamp=2015-08-03T20:49:19.676+0000) > > McAaron laughed sarcastically, “Hah! 'E sees any o' us again an' the boatman'll never find all o' our parts, don't t'ink elsewise”. Mills turned pale. That much, at least, he knew to be true. > > “Then I suppose it doesn't matter. If he is alive... We... Are dead.” > > > 383 {{champion:35}} Nice symmetry there - that if Gangplank yet lives, many will die. Him being a changeling is genre appropriate too. I really like the references to the boatman and his grim role in Bilgewater - especially that not even that sacred task will be able to be fulfilled because of the things he'll do. Very intimidating with only a few words. Elegantly done.
A young sailor was standing at his stool, bellowing at his audience. “Gangplank can’t be alive! I saw the Dead Pool blown to pieces with me own eyes!” An old wise drunk downed his grogg and spat at him. “Sit down boy, you don’t know the Cap’n. He was plunderin’ the high seas back when you were still soiling your diapers. No, a man like that, he never dies. See he’s done more for us folks here in Bilgewater than you ever could, than any of them new self proclaimed rulers of Bilgewater ever could, treacherous cowards all of em. Fuck the bloodhaired bitch and fuck anyone who follows her. Who do you think is responsible for all of this bloodshed?“ Just before the bar broke into a heated Bilgewater discussion (a regular discussion, save for the fact that it involves lots of cutlasses and hand cannons) A Rogue Fleet captain entered the bar. He looked shaken and astonished. ‘Twas the Bearded Lady I tell ya! She saw him at the bottom of the seas, kicking, cursing and screaming. Saw the fire still in his eyes and grabbed hold of him. And so, with supernatural grace she called the colossal Blue Flame Leviathan. With a mighty roar the sea serpent brought him to the surface. My entire crew and I saw it. Now he will rain vengeance upon those who betrayed him with steel and gunpowder ya hear me?!” “Aint nothing going to stop the Cap’n now."
Kadavik
> [{quoted}](name=Kadavik,realm=NA,application-id=2XjzURgc,discussion-id=5AiMAFN0,comment-id=0059,timestamp=2015-08-03T22:44:20.787+0000) > > ‘Twas the Bearded Lady I tell ya! She saw him at the bottom of the seas, kicking, cursing and screaming. Saw the fire still in his eyes and grabbed hold of him. And so, with supernatural grace she called the colossal Blue Flame Leviathan. With a mighty roar the sea serpent brought him to the surface. My entire crew and I saw it. Now he will rain vengeance upon those who betrayed him with steel and gunpowder ya hear me?!” Nice. Even within the 400 word limit (you came in at 247) it felt like there were two distinct phases to the story. First, establishing the 'normal world' of riotous arguments and a never ending quarrel. Then, you bring in our teller of tall tales, spinning a horrific tale of the very monsters of the deep coming to Gangplank's aid! Started really strong, and while I like the tall tale itself, it lacked the elegance of your writing for the first half. Good closing line though :D
Just randomly came across this. Both posts were pretty long, so this didn't seem right.
naagza
Hey there, Thanks for the report. We're aware of this -- it's specifically caused by articles that are published via internal channels, with custom CSS. It's a dumb little bug that will have to be fixed with a good bit of effort, but we have it in our backlog. :)
Oh great, that explains it then. > because it's not being used to the best of its ability right now, and there's no real escalation process for any immediate changes. Plus, nearly all of the content on that Community was spam or used for in-game complaints. "there's no real escalation" = nobody from Riot actually read them. "was spam or used for in-game complaints" - exactly two things that are on the NA boards and lacking on the EU boards (Memes & Games, Gameplay & Balance boards)
Sousan Sto Helit
"there's no real escalation" doesn't mean nobody from Riot reads them. This is an incorrect assumption. The actual meaning of this is that while there are multiple teams to manage the regional implementation of the Boards, there is only one central Boards dev team (here in NA). EU and OCE players can post on the NA forums at any time, and Boards Feedback is read and responded to here, as is appropriate. Since Riot Draggles (an awesome dude btw) doesn't have the capability to change forum infrastructure, only edit its implementation, it isn't fair to expect them to respond to your requests when they don't have context or insight into how to fix stuff or build new stuff. That said, we are always looking to improve and evolve, and we can definitely look at how Boards Feedback is accepted now and how we can accumulate it better in the future. Thanks again for your post.
# TIME'S UP! Competition Closed!# **[edit - We reached the deadline for entries and now I have the terribly difficult challenge of choosing one of the winners!]** For fun, I welcome any of you creative writer types to a bit of a game - a flash fiction prompt, if you will! ##The Challenge - ## Gangplank is back from the dead, and _everyone_ and their scurvy dog has a theory on how he managed it. It's the only thing being discussed in the taverns, and the stories are getting more and more outlandish! Can you spin a ripping yarn of how Gangplank spit in the twin faces of death? Was he swallowed whole by a shark and punched his way out? Did the water part around him in fear and he simply walked back to shore? Did he die and go to hell, but the underworld felt he was overqualified and sent him back? _(Obviously, you and I (and anyone who's [read the epilogue](http://na.leagueoflegends.com/en/site/bilgewater/#story-4)) have some insider information - but Gangplank guaranteed that saw-bones silence, remember? So the city is free to speculate wildly.)_ ##Rules - ## 1. __400 word count limit.__ This is flash fiction, and the patrons of the bar are looking for wild stories done quick. 2. __There will be two winners.__ One I pick (and I may soon regret having to choose just one) and the other that is the highest upvoted in this thread. 3. __The deadline is 7pm PST, 3rd of August (tomorrow).__ (10pm EDT, or 2am on the 4th in GMT) 4. __Prizes???__ I'll see if I can wrangle some RP, but I honestly don't know if I'm allowed to do this :) Anyone interested in taking a shot? Channel your inner Baron Munchausen and go for it.
Bioluminescence
Approximately 2hrs until the deadline! 2hrs minus the age of this comment! ##Deadline:## * 7pm PST, 3rd Aug * 10pm EDT, 3rd Aug * 2am GMT, 4th Aug **Get your voting in for your favorite Gangplank tall tale too!** {{champion:41}}
Uhhhhh tip has to play gravity? That's a glaring error….. TIP play dignitas in the quarterfinals.
XxSonicBlitzxX
Gah! Our bad. We've fixed it, should be reflected as soon as the site caches.
Recently [this thing ](http://skins.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/gameover/)came to my attention. I'm super hyped, but also very confused.
BLood Mefist
Theorycrafting, go! :D
She doesn't set down her cannon. She goes to set it down, but it kind of just gets stuck on her hand and moves around. Please fix so I can spam Bandle Gunner tunes.
LaceUp23
Hiya! We're aware of the issue and are working on a fix!
^ Mine are Norscout, pleep WC3 (bestmasteryiQc), just jangle, the GOAT, freezer flare, enosese, nerdsmasher,
DeadBulldozer
DariusDemiurge, Currymancer, May Peeps, Ezreal Wright, Maya Fey - primarily because we've talked/played together a good amount, and they seem like cool people. ^-^ (I've already met How Do You Meta IRL.)
What the thread says. I don't currently own GP, but I was going to get him eventually, so I was wondering if people will be able to buy the Captain Gangplank skin even if they don't own GP and play him during the event? I haven't seen any reds comment on this. Rioter input is appreciated!
NemeBro
You'll be able to purchase Captain Gangplank at a later date for 975 RP.
Just to clarify,do ARAM games or co-op vs a.i. games count towards unlocking the skin?
Catrian
Yup, all of em. Just no custom games or tutorials!
> [{quoted}](name=O2ymandias,realm=NA,application-id=Ag8jgd8Q,discussion-id=OZeWNveN,comment-id=000a0001,timestamp=2015-08-02T17:54:53.853+0000) > > He'll be back with the next patch! You'll have plenty of time to play him before the event ends (and earn that sweet sweet Captain Gangplank skin), we'll make sure of it. > > And if you already own GP, and played him after his rework went live at the start of the event, you've already earned the Captain GP skin! We'll start awarding those on August 10th at the end of the event. Does Co-Op Count as a match made game for the skin? :/
ChrisLionheart
It does!
when it say match made que does it include bots because i know i for sure played him in a few bot game but i'm not certain if i played him in any other ques?
Neamean
Yup! Bot games count. Beep boop.
So, for example, we played him on free week during the event in a bot game (Which as far as I know counts as matchmade), and THEN happened to buy him after his 'death' because... errr... reasons... would we get the skin? EDIT: Though apparently I can't buy him from the store, which I guess is understandable so everyone doesn't get a free ski-... I mean... reasons... >_> <_<
Siachi
You'll be able to buy him when the next patch goes out, which will happen well before the event ends :) And as long as you own him before August 10th at 2 AM PDT, you'll get the skin - bot games do count! Just allow 48 hours or so for the skin to show up.
Matchmade Queue's include Blind Pick, Draft Pick, ARAM, Teambuilder*, and Dominion. *I think so. Bot games do not count as Matchmade, and neither do Custom loobies.
megaboom345
Bot games count!
Escuse the ignorance...What mode is matchmade?
SirIDGAF
Sorry for the confusion! Any queue which matches you with other players counts (on your team and/or on the opposing team). Matchmade: PVP (Classic, Dominion, ARAM, Black Market Brawkers), Co-op vs AI (Classic, Dominion) Not matchmade: custom games or tutorials.
Will any matchmade queue include bot games? Thanks.
Stagnant Tree0
Yup, Co-op vs. AI is a matchmade queue (you hop in matchmaking with 4 other players). Custom games are not included.
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