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By Zeck10 | Updated on November 3, 2019

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Choose Champion Build:

  • LoL Champion: Hecarim
  • LoL Champion: Anivia

Runes:

Precision
Conqueror
Overheal
Legend: Bloodline
Cut Down

Sorcery
Nullifying Orb
Transcendence

Spells:

LoL Summoner Spell: Clarity

Clarity

LoL Summoner Spell: Mark/Dash

Mark/Dash

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Jungle Role
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Jungle Role
Win 53%
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An enigma to the spirit realm, as well as the mortal world, Shen belongs to neither. Although born to one of the most revered families of northern Navori, it was his father’s role as the Eye of Twilight that set his destiny in the Kinkou Order.

As the son of Great Master Kusho, he was immersed in the order’s culture, and its core tenets were as familiar to him as the Ionian sunset. He knew the necessity of Pruning the Tree, the determination of Coursing the Sun, but above all, he learned the wisdom of Watching the Stars. He meditated and studied throughout his childhood, and was considered exemplary by all his teachers.

His closest friend, the only one who could match him in practice bouts, was the young acolyte Zed. They grew up as brothers, often confiding in each other their personal hopes and dreams. Shen could turn to Zed for a fresh perspective on any matter, and the two became known as the Kinkou’s most promising students.

As their skills developed, Kusho brought them on dangerous missions, including a hunt for the Golden Demon plaguing the province of Zhyun. Their search took years, but Shen stayed committed even after uncovering countless gruesome murders. When they at last captured the “demon”, it was revealed to be Khada Jhin, a mere stagehand from a traveling theater. Instead of execution, Great Master Kusho ordered the criminal imprisoned.

Though he and Zed both thought the killer deserved heavier punishment, Shen accepted his father’s decision. He strived to emulate the Eye of Twilight’s dispassion, and so found himself failing to console a bitter and resentful Zed.

Even when Noxian invaders threatened the peace of the First Lands, Shen reluctantly supported Kusho’s inaction. But when Zed abandoned the Kinkou to join the fight, Shen stayed within the temple walls.

Many of the provinces were soon occupied by the enemy. Despite this, Shen focused on maintaining Ionia’s spiritual harmony. So it was, when he was far from home, he felt a jolting imbalance within the Kinkou Order—rushing back, he came upon the survivors of a bloody coup. From them, he learned Zed had raised acolytes of his own, and seized the temple.

Worst of all, Shen’s father had been slain by the man he once saw as kin.

Repressing his anguish, he led the remnants of the Kinkou to safety in the mountains. Shen took up his father’s spirit blade, as well as the title of Eye of Twilight. His role was not to seek vengeance, but to rebuild the order. Following the core tenets, he began to recruit and train others, hoping to restore its strength.

One acolyte in particular showed boundless potential. Shen taught the girl, Akali Jhomen Tethi, to master the arts of stealth and subterfuge. Her mother, Mayym, had stood alongside Kusho as the Fist of Shadow, and it seemed as though her daughter could follow the same path. Even so, Shen found himself forced to urge restraint whenever Akali would seek to strike back at their mortal foes.

When Noxus finally withdrew, many Ionians celebrated the victorious resistance. Others, like Shen, endured the consequences of war—he persisted in his duty, while in private he wrestled with his hatred for Zed, and doubt in his own ability to lead. The years of conflict had taken a heavy toll on the First Lands, and Shen was uncertain whether the rebuilt Kinkou would ever be able to redress the balance.

Indeed, even as Akali became the new Fist of Shadow, he felt her beginning to drift away. In time, she openly denounced his teachings, and left the order.
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SHEN
THE EYE OF TWILIGHT
An enigma to the spirit realm, as well as the mortal world, Shen belongs to neither. Although born to one of the most revered families of northern Navori, it was his father’s role as the Eye of Twilight that set his destiny in the Kinkou Order.

As the son of Great Master Kusho, he was immersed in the order’s culture, and its core tenets were as familiar to him as the Ionian sunset. He knew the necessity of Pruning the Tree, the determination of Coursing the Sun, but above all, he learned the wisdom of Watching the Stars. He meditated and studied throughout his childhood, and was considered exemplary by all his teachers.

His closest friend, the only one who could match him in practice bouts, was the young acolyte Zed. They grew up as brothers, often confiding in each other their personal hopes and dreams. Shen could turn to Zed for a fresh perspective on any matter, and the two became known as the Kinkou’s most promising students.

As their skills developed, Kusho brought them on dangerous missions, including a hunt for the Golden Demon plaguing the province of Zhyun. Their search took years, but Shen stayed committed even after uncovering countless gruesome murders. When they at last captured the “demon”, it was revealed to be Khada Jhin, a mere stagehand from a traveling theater. Instead of execution, Great Master Kusho ordered the criminal imprisoned.

Though he and Zed both thought the killer deserved heavier punishment, Shen accepted his father’s decision. He strived to emulate the Eye of Twilight’s dispassion, and so found himself failing to console a bitter and resentful Zed.

Even when Noxian invaders threatened the peace of the First Lands, Shen reluctantly supported Kusho’s inaction. But when Zed abandoned the Kinkou to join the fight, Shen stayed within the temple walls.

Many of the provinces were soon occupied by the enemy. Despite this, Shen focused on maintaining Ionia’s spiritual harmony. So it was, when he was far from home, he felt a jolting imbalance within the Kinkou Order—rushing back, he came upon the survivors of a bloody coup. From them, he learned Zed had raised acolytes of his own, and seized the temple.

Worst of all, Shen’s father had been slain by the man he once saw as kin.

Repressing his anguish, he led the remnants of the Kinkou to safety in the mountains. Shen took up his father’s spirit blade, as well as the title of Eye of Twilight. His role was not to seek vengeance, but to rebuild the order. Following the core tenets, he began to recruit and train others, hoping to restore its strength.

One acolyte in particular showed boundless potential. Shen taught the girl, Akali Jhomen Tethi, to master the arts of stealth and subterfuge. Her mother, Mayym, had stood alongside Kusho as the Fist of Shadow, and it seemed as though her daughter could follow the same path. Even so, Shen found himself forced to urge restraint whenever Akali would seek to strike back at their mortal foes.

When Noxus finally withdrew, many Ionians celebrated the victorious resistance. Others, like Shen, endured the consequences of war—he persisted in his duty, while in private he wrestled with his hatred for Zed, and doubt in his own ability to lead. The years of conflict had taken a heavy toll on the First Lands, and Shen was uncertain whether the rebuilt Kinkou would ever be able to redress the balance.

Indeed, even as Akali became the new Fist of Shadow, he felt her beginning to drift away. In time, she openly denounced his teachings, and left the order.

Shen meditated, watching the stars, and understood that Akali would need to find her own way… and so would the Kinkou.

Sometimes, between unseen struggles in the spirit realm, Shen still contemplates the value of his beliefs. He has never let his emotions stop him from preserving tradition, but the question remains: how long can one man walk two worlds, before the acts of one destroy the other?
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Pros / Cons

Hey ! Bo'lii! - I'm screaming. - You do not think you cut me a bit too deeply?

I lift my head from the straw mat on which I lie to look at Vastaj kneeling above me in the eye. I feel the blood running down my back.

- Could you be a little more careful? - I add.

Bo'lii takes her qua'lo and muli from my arm, tattooer's tools similar to a hammer and chisel, made of a snake bone. Some use tools from bones of other animals or from metal, but the snake bone is so empty that the mascara drips from it with a thin line, which a true master like Bo'lii requires in his works. Another few drops of my blood flows from mussel and fall on my back. Bo'lii smiles, wipes them with a piece of old cloth and shakes his head. Then he raises his arms and shrugs, as if to ask: Do you want me to stop?

But you can not hear words. Noxian soldiers deprived him of most of the language long before I started to come here, but I know him well enough to know what else he can mean. His work is definitely worth the few moments of discomfort.

And blood? I can take some blood. And even a lot, if it is not mine.

- Just clear it a bit, okay? I do not think we have much time - I tell him.

Bo'lii starts knocking on a mule and applying mascara. His carcasses are the best, their rich colors come from jagged Raikkon berries and enchanted flower petals that grow only on the southern slopes of the Vlonqo cliffs. Bo'lii is a master, and I have the honor to be his canvas.

I started to come to Weh'l shortly after I stopped listening to Shena. All these years of "treading carefully" in the Kinkou Order? No. Shen was wrong about that. He was wrong about me.

Temperance has never suited me.

I turn to the mat and put my beard on my hands. My eyes are focused all the time on the door that leads to Bo'li's Inn. His room is clean, while the air is fraught with guilt. The inn is home to a whole bunch of thieves, cutthroats and bad decisions. People come to Bo'lii to escape from Weh'l. From Ionia. Hit the Weh'le is difficult to get out ... but there is even harder.

Weh'le is a ghost port, a hidden coastal village protected by the mystical properties of Ionia. Unlike Fae'lor, foreigners are not welcome here and are not on the maps. If Weh'le ever becomes visible, he always does it on his own terms, provoking people to do very stupid things.

Most travelers arrive from the sea, dreaming of wealth, discoveries or simply starting to get everything started again. However, their hopes are cooled in the blink of an eye. First, the coast that once called them, disappears behind the wall of dense, cobalt fog slamming with magical power. The sea shakes violently, then drops abruptly, setting off a storm of crushing waves. When they survived, they cling to the wrecked ship, the fog retreats literally for a moment, allowing them to take a look at the flickering streetlights in Weh'le, who cruelly say goodbye to them. Soon after, the water pulls them to the bottom of the Bay of Apnea.

I can not do anything for them. Not my people. Not my problem.

Bo'lii stops tapping. I came here because of someone completely different.

I feel my thigh-based bag. It calms me, though I'd rather have it on me. Then, instinctively, I could throw three kunaas straight into three hearts. I would have taken three lives without even thinking about it. And that the bag is a bit further, but I would have to think for a moment.

I look up just in time to see a man come in through the front door. It is surrounded by three guards in full gear.

- They made it easier for me ... interesting, which I should kill? - I'm mocking.

Bo'li laughs. Even without a tongue, he can still do it. His laugh sounds a bit strange, but it is real. Bo'lii shakes his head again and does what he usually does. With a series of gestures and shakes her head, she tries to tell me that this time I will try to settle the matter outside after they have left his sanctuary.

- You know that I can not promise you this - I say, burying in a bag and turning to the noise of the inn.

I stop in the doorway and turn back to him.

"I'll do what I can," I say, and then I put the mask on my face. It's nothing that they see me, but if they noticed that I was laughing at them, it would be a slight exaggeration.

The man guided by the guards is my countryman - a councilman with a high position from Puboe, a place near the Kinkou Order. But like so many others, he sold his people for gold and a safe crossing to Weh'le and beyond. That's why he is my problem now.

He will not go anymore. Sure, I could have killed him when he slept in a tavern or when he and the others crashed the camp on the way to Weh'le, but what's that fun? I want him to taste the salty air. I want him to feel relief before his end. But I also want others to see how they pay for their crimes and see that it is not acceptable to act like him.

Actions have consequences.

I approach him silently. His hands are shaking as he picks up a pint of beer to his lips. The guards, noticing me, defend me. I'm impressed.

- It's nice to have good manners in this area for a change - I say with a smile that they can not see.

- What do you mean, girl? - asks one of them from behind a worn steel breastplate with many dents.

"About him," I say, gesturing at the councilor. The weapon glows with the colors of the magic in which it was forged. - I mean him.

The guards are drawing weapons, but before they can take a step in my direction, they disappear in a thick ring of blinding smoke. Kunaie whistles, hitting targets with a satisfying PACH as they hammer into muscles and bones.

One. Two. Three.

Steps.

I am sending two more kunaas in that direction. I hear the clang of metal, and soon after it BACH-BACH , when the ricochets are reflected in the wall.

More steps.

- Ah, you will bleed! I shout, throwing shuriken from my hip and making a salto in the room along the path of his flight.

I leave the smoke and see that the last guard lies flattened on the ground by the door. Three blades are buried in his windpipe, I see his chest gently rising and falling. I grab him by the collar and lift him up. Caution is never too much.

- Almost ... - I whisper.

Suddenly I hear a gurgle from behind my back. I turn around and through the dilapidating smoke I see a councilman who is bleeding on the floor. His eyes are open. He looks around the tavern, wondering what has just happened.

Now it looks so blissful.
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