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Champion and skin sale: The blinding snow

Posted by Swain on Mon, 2013-04-15 10:50

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Outside the swirling snow roars with the ferocity of the winter wind. I am and now, at present, I'm trapped inside this tent while the storm rages around me, unrepentant. Fortunately, I brought a pair of hextech binoculars at a Zaunite black market stall, along with some warm northern furs. 375 RP

strides across the tundra, tongue wagging and tail flopping, chasing a form that I cannot quite make out. He stops and sniffs the air, form unwavering and his long fangs bare; his eyes look like the daggers given to the Crimson Elite, stabbing into the blinding sheet of frozen snow. 487 RP

I see it now – runs from the fell beast, her dark mechanics blending with the shadows spread by the driving force of a winter gale. Such an odd creation, with so much untapped potential; I wonder if she might be able to be somewhat more malleable, if I suggested an alternate profession, to teach her hunter one last grim lesson. 260 RP

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The hunted and the prey are not the only ones caught out by the frost: is also far from home. His fearsome countenance hangs heavy, his wings wrapped around him to shield him from the cold. Ah, distinctly I remember last when I saw this grave guardian; 'twas in the bleakest hour, when darkness and grey funeral pallor cast long shadows across the floor. 440 RP

With a sudden explosive snap, grabs at my tent, rending open the flimsy flap. He may be a great steam golem, but I hear his moaning over the storm; he seems alone and wandering, lost and long forlorn. 395 RP

As the howling begins to fade, and the roar of winter tolls one last knell, the scent behind the golem emerges as a lumbering ursine smell. It is both strategy and luck, of course, that I was not caught unaware, but I will exit quickly now, instead of facing . 487 RP

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The sun finally trickles out, doling rays of warming glow, but I cannot stay behind to face such an enemy in those deep banks of snow. Likely we'll all be running, from April 16 to April 19; but you might do well to follow, if you know what 'tis I mean. And this white curtained sheet that coats the land, from shore to northern shore, shall be lifted nevermore.

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[quote=Mowen][center][color=#ffff00][h2]Champion and skin sale: The blinding snow[/h2][/color] [url=http://na.leagueoflegends.com/news/champion-and-skin-sale-blinding-snow][color=#808000][h4]Posted by Swain on Mon, 2013-04-15 10:50[/h4][/color][/url][/center] [center][img=http://competitive.na.leagueoflegends.com/sites/default/files/styles/wide_content_full/public/upload/2013.04.16.LOL_.com_.Banner.ChampSkinSale_1.jpg?itok=BynDJEhT][/img][/center] [center]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/center] [columns][indent] [nextcol][url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Swain_NorthernFront_Splash.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Swain_NorthernFront_Splash.jpg height=160 width=275][/url] [nextcol][indent] [url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Swain_NorthernFront_SS.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Swain_NorthernFront_SS_thumb.jpg height=154 width=265][/url] [nextcol][indent] [nextcol]Outside the swirling snow roars with the ferocity of the winter wind. I am [[Northern Front Swain]] and now, at present, I'm trapped inside this tent while the storm rages around me, unrepentant. Fortunately, I brought a pair of hextech binoculars at a Zaunite black market stall, along with some warm northern furs. [b]375 RP[/b] [/columns] [columns][indent] [nextcol][url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Warwick_Hyena_Splash.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Warwick_Hyena_Splash.jpg height=160 width=275][/url] [nextcol][indent] [url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Warwick_Hyena_SS.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Warwick_Hyena_SS_thumb.jpg height=154 width=265][/url] [nextcol][indent] [nextcol][[Hyena Warwick]] strides across the tundra, tongue wagging and tail flopping, chasing a form that I cannot quite make out. He stops and sniffs the air, form unwavering and his long fangs bare; his eyes look like the daggers given to the Crimson Elite, stabbing into the blinding sheet of frozen snow. [b]487 RP[/b] [/columns] [columns][indent] [nextcol][url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Orianna_Gothic_Splash.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Orianna_Gothic_Splash.jpg height=160 width=275][/url] [nextcol][indent] [url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Orianna_Gothic_SS.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Skins/Orianna_Gothic_SS_thumb.jpg height=154 width=265][/url] [nextcol][indent] [nextcol]I see it now – [[Gothic Orianna]] runs from the fell beast, her dark mechanics blending with the shadows spread by the driving force of a winter gale. Such an odd creation, with so much untapped potential; I wonder if she might be able to be somewhat more malleable, if I suggested an alternate profession, to teach her hunter one last grim lesson. [b]260 RP[/b] [/columns] [center]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/center] [columns][indent] [nextcol][url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Champ_Splashes/Galio_Splash.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Champ_Splashes/Galio_Splash.jpg height=234 width=400][/url] [nextcol][indent] [nextcol]The hunted and the prey are not the only ones caught out by the frost: [[Galio]] is also far from home. His fearsome countenance hangs heavy, his wings wrapped around him to shield him from the cold. Ah, distinctly I remember last when I saw this grave guardian; 'twas in the bleakest hour, when darkness and grey funeral pallor cast long shadows across the floor. [b]440 RP[/b] [/columns] [columns][indent] [nextcol][url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Champ_Splashes/Blitzcrank_Splash.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Champ_Splashes/Blitzcrank_Splash.jpg height=234 width=400][/url] [nextcol][indent] [nextcol]With a sudden explosive snap, [[Blitzcrank]] grabs at my tent, rending open the flimsy flap. He may be a great steam golem, but I hear his moaning over the storm; he seems alone and wandering, lost and long forlorn. [b]395 RP[/b] [/columns] [columns][indent] [nextcol][url=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Champ_Splashes/Volibear_Splash.jpg][img=http://riot-web-static.s3.amazonaws.com/images/news/Champ_Splashes/Volibear_Splash.jpg height=234 width=400][/url] [nextcol][indent] [nextcol]As the howling begins to fade, and the roar of winter tolls one last knell, the scent behind the golem emerges as a lumbering ursine smell. It is both strategy and luck, of course, that I was not caught unaware, but I will exit quickly now, instead of facing [[Volibear]]. [b]487 RP[/b] [/columns] [center]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/center] [indent] The sun finally trickles out, doling rays of warming glow, but I cannot stay behind to face such an enemy in those deep banks of snow. Likely we'll all be running, from [b]April 16 to April 19[/b]; but you might do well to follow, if you know what 'tis I mean. And this white curtained sheet that coats the land, from shore to northern shore, shall be lifted nevermore.[/indent] [center]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/center][/quote]