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Runes:
+10% Attack Speed
+9 Adaptive (5.4 AD or 9 AP)
+65 Base Health
Spells:
Clarity
Cleanse
Ability Order
Divine Ascent (PASSIVE)
Kayle Passive Ability
Threats & Synergies
Kayle
Trust nobody
Kayle
Not even yourself
Kayle
Not even yourself
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Even when Mihira learned she was with child, she pushed onward. At the mountain’s summit, she was chosen as a divine vessel for the Aspect of Justice, wielding a sword that blazed with a fire brighter than the sun.
Not long after, the twins were born.


But Mihira had become a fearsome warrior, far greater than any mortal. Kilam began to fear her new divinity, and the sorcerous enemies that were drawn to her light. He resolved to take the girls out of harm’s way, journeying across the Conquerer’s Sea to a settlement where the land itself was said to offer protection against magic.
In their new homeland, Kilam raised the twins, their temperaments growing more different with each passing day. Kayle was precocious, often arguing with the settlement’s leaders about their rules—she had no real memory of her mother’s powers, but knew the laws were meant to keep them all safe. Her father rarely spoke of such things, but Kayle was certain Mihira had saved them by ending the Rune Wars on some distant battlefield.
When the twins were teenagers, a streak of flame split the sky. A sword smoldering with celestial fire struck the ground between Kayle and her sister, breaking in two—Kilam was distraught when he recognized the blade as Mihira’s.



The people of the settlement believed the girls had been blessed by the stars, destined to protect the fledgling nation of Demacia from outsiders. These winged protectors became symbols of light and truth, and were revered by all.

But there was one person she softened her judgment toward. To the dismay of her followers,







Abruptly, the fight was halted by their father’s anguished cry.

There she would seek perfect, celestial clarity. There she would stand at her mother’s side, and fulfill her legacy to the Aspect of Justice.
Though she has been absent from Demacia for many centuries,

In times of strife and chaos, there are many who cling to the hope that

Read here about kayle's lore
I - Overture
An age of runes, a time of war.
The fury of the mages unleashed.
Cities aflame, continents sundered.
Runeterra undone, its seams unraveling.
Targon’s impossible peak did tremble.
Celestial eyes saw their doom,
and wept for what had become of Mortals.
Every soul cried out for Justice,
every heart a contest of arms.
II - The Coming of the Twins
Born beneath the vault of stars,
one in Light, one in Shadow.
Kayle and Morgana,
Sisters by Fate, joined hand in hand.
To Demacia’s fair lands they came,
A land untouched, a kingdom yet to be.
Though magic raged across the world,
it broke upon her wooded shores.
A Haven amid the Raging Storm.
III - Lessons Unheeded
The world endured, and darkness lifted,
but mortal hearts are slow to mend.
And truths won in blood and grief,
were lost as bitterness and greed returned.
Law and Justice went unheeded.
For it is the doom of mortals to forget,
the wounds of war, the scars of hate.
An abyss of Night yawned anew.
Until the world was bathed in Light.
IV - The Winged Protectors
A Sword of Flame birthed in lightning’s heart,
Fell from the stars, its twin halves alight.
Kayle took up her Blade of Justice
And Righteous Fire burned in her eyes.
Their mother’s sword? Passed on in death?
Morgana’s heart was broken to grasp her blade.
A veil of grief drew about her.
And power wrought their flesh anew,
in ways both wondrous and terrible.
V - Kayle, Bringer of Justice
Wings of gold and wings of jet,
sprang forth and lifted them high.
The Winged Protectors arose,
Defenders of the Realm, beloved Guardians.
Kayle’s golden light saw all.
She knew what lurked in evil hearts,
and purged wicked deeds by fire.
None were spared her wrathful blade.
Judge. Jury. Executioner.
VI - Morgana, Sword of Shadow
As the brightest light casts the deepest shadow,
One defines the other and brings balance.
Morgana too fought for Demacia’s cause,
driving enemies back in terror.
But Morgana saw the bitter harvest to come,
For all seeds sown in darkness reap evil crops.
Mercy. Absolution. Atonement.
By such waters might goodness grow,
And end the cycle of war and death.
VII - The Battle of Zeffira
Toward the city of grand Zeffira,
an army of hate descended.
The Winged Protectors flew to the people’s aid.
Kayle fell upon the screaming host,
her blade of fire wet with blood.
But Morgana saw what Kayle had not.
A secret force within the city!
Zeffira’s people cried out for succor,
and Morgana swooped down in answer.
VIII - What Cannot be Undone
Kayle slew her foes in purest wrath.
Her body torn and bloody, she cried aloud,
“Sister fair, I am sore beset!”
Morgana heeded not her cries,
her powers bent to shield those within.
Zeffira endured, but much was lost,
One sister’s love, one sister’s hope.
Each saw through a glass, darkly;
a failing in the other, a fatal flaw.
IX - The Judgement of Silvermere
Trust, once broken, only slowly heals.
Yet not for Kayle and Morgana.
Warriors flocked to Kayle’s righteous banner.
Justice bled bright over all the land
On Silvermere’s Peak, a sinner knelt,
his neck bared to blood red blade.
He craved absolution, begged forgiveness.
Kayle had none to give, a killing blow she smote.
But the executioner’s edge never struck.
X - The Plea
A black shield of night stayed its edge.
Morgana begged her sister to relent:
“Do we forsake all hope of redemption?
Are all who err damned to die?”
Her pity touched Kayle’s heart with love.
Though her warriors clamored for death,
Her love for Morgana drowned their calls.
Thus Kayle let Mercy stay her hand.
And that would be Love’s undoing.
XI - The Fall
Accord was struck, a penitent’s pact.
Reprieve for souls whose hearts could mend.
Kayle’s disciples, zeal undimmed,
planned Morgana’s death, called her Fallen.
They came with chains and frightful passion,
Morgana answered with chains of her own,
black and deadly, they struck him down.
Kayle felt his death, wailed in despair.
And took to the skies, blade unsheathed.
XII - The Righteous and the Fallen
Kayle and Morgana.
Sisters no longer, enemies eternal.
On wings of gold and jet, they fought.
Their mother’s blades clashed in fury,
clouds aflame with Fire and Ruin.
Demacia’s skies wept crimson rain.
Together they fell, light and dark entwined.
Till Morgana threw her blade aside and cried:
“Let Justice be done, not Vengeance wrought!”
XIII - The Twins Divided
In Morgana’s face, Kayle saw herself reflected;
Celestial glory marred by mortal passion.
She cried with loss and spread her wings,
to Targon’s light and realms beyond.
Morgana knelt in battle’s sorrow,
her wings a curse, a reminder of pain.
No blade could cut, no fire burn.
With chains, she bound black feathers tight.
And vanished through the mists of time.
XIV - Coda
Of Morgana, only myth remains.
Veiled secrets and hidden shadows.
Yet the legacy of Kayle burns bright,
in all our hearts and minds.
The wind whispers of her return.
When Targon’s beacon shines anew,
and night falls on the world,
look to the south on that day.
And pray for all Demacia.
You can read the full story here
Abris leaned his sword and shield against the base of the sculpture. They were as pristine and unmarred as the stone swords above him. He was told that the Protector blessed virtuous soldiers of Demacia, and felt a strange comfort at its presence.
An elderly woman cloaked in white exited the door of the temple.
“Please, do you have a moment?” Abris called out to her.
She made her way, slowly, over to him.
“The Illuminators always stop for those in need. Tell me, what do you seek here?” Her face crinkled as she spoke, but her eyes were kind.
“I… I leave for battle tomorrow,” said Abris. He opened and closed his fists, nervous. “My sword arm is strong, and I am proud to defend Demacia's honor. But I wonder—how can I claim to be any better than the barbarians invading our lands if I slaughter them just the same? What good are our white walls and resplendent banners, if below them we spill their blood as they would ours?”
“Ah,” the Illuminator said. “Yes. Killing is not to be taken lightly, even as a soldier. Let me tell you a story.” She gazed up at the statue. “Will you light a candle for her as I speak?”
Abris knelt and took a flame from one of the votive candles at the statue’s feet, using it to light another.
The Illuminator’s voice cracked with age as she began the story, and Abris was reminded of his late grandmother, who’d often told him myths and histories of their people. He never knew which stories were true and which she had conjured from her fanciful mind.
“Long ago, in a land now lost to time and crumbling decay, a cruel king led his people into poverty. During a time of great famine, the king gathered everyone from across the realm into his castle courtyard. There, he declared he would cast aside the old laws in order to end their time of scarcity, as was his right. He took their gilded lawbook and cast it to the floor, naming himself the law. Whatever rules or decrees he spoke would become law, no matter what.
“Under guise of protecting the people, he announced his first decree. Since there were too many mouths to feed, the king said, the elderly had no right to food. They were to be killed, and there was no other way.
“The starving citizens had no strength left to fight this injustice, and the king’s guard forced the elderly folk to line up for slaughter.
“The first in line was a man with silver hair who stumbled as he stepped forward. He pleaded with the king. ‘I am a baker! Let me make bread for you and the people,’ he cried. ‘Spare my life!’
“But the king responded, ‘Can you be young again? Can you knead muscle back into your broken and sorry limbs? No? Well then, there is no redemption for you.’ And he motioned to his executioner, who raised his blade, and the baker’s head rolled to the floor.
“How deplorable!” said Abris, interrupting the Illuminator. “Did no one resist the king’s new laws?”
The Illuminator smiled. “Thankfully, there was one who stood against this grave injustice.”
“Our immortal Protector had not been seen in this land for centuries. But perhaps extreme injustice sends ripples that echo far beyond the realms unknown. In any case, at this moment she appeared. The heavens opened with blinding light, as if the stars themselves had focused all their beams in one place. The Protector emerged, wondrous and terrifying in her majesty. She confronted the cruel king, who stood still as stone at her sight.
“‘No king stands above the statutes of the law.’ she declared. ‘Speak thy name and prepare for judgment!’
“‘I am not merely above the law, winged beast, I am the law.’ With a nod, he motioned for his guards to advance. They did so in unison, raising their spears to the sky as one. ‘Because of me, my people have purpose. My people know their place. And my people thank me for it.’
“‘The law is justice given form; it is true and fair judgment writ in ink. It cannot be undone,’ said the Protector.
“She drew her swords, which blazed with holy fire, filling the air with the scent of truth and punishment. Her wings unfolded, which fanned the flames with great strokes, and soon they too were aflame. It was a fearsome sight to see.
“‘You say you lead your people. Be now the first to be judged by my blades,’ the Protector said.
“The cruel king looked upon the Protector’s blazing swords, and her wings of fire. But most fearful of all was the burning in her eyes, gleaming and grave with uncompromising wrath. He felt like he was staring at the sun, beautiful and terrible in her glory, and the King wept in fear. He appealed to the Protector’s mercy and fell to his knees, pleading at her feet.
“‘I can change,’ the king begged. ‘I see now the error of my ways. I was selfish and corrupt and did not deserve my crown. Let me live and I shall follow the rule of law.’
“The Protector watched him with a steely gaze. When he had finished speaking, she drew breath. It is said that her voice in this moment echoed as if the very gods were speaking through her.
“‘Can you undo your deeds of injustice, King?’ asked the Protector. ‘Can you unspeak your lies and unmake your false laws against fair and righteous judgment? No? Then there will be no redemption for you.’
“In one quick motion, the Protector thrust her burning blade through the king’s heart, and he cried out as she impaled him on the gilded lawbook he had cast to the floor.
“The lawbook burst into flame which burned with the terrible heat of the heavens. This was a holy fire—one that would scorch the evil sinners from the land and cleanse the just, leaving them unscathed.
“The cruel king screamed as the Protector’s fire burned his guards and councilmen, his executioner and his servants. The fire did not stop as it spread throughout the land, fueled by the lies of the false king and his wicked followers. The survivors forever remembered this day of glory, for in the ashes of their society they were given a chance to rebuild in justice and honor.
“And, if the land ever returned to unlawful chaos, they were certain the Protector would descend from the heavens once more.”
The Illuminator smiled down at Abris.
“We must all act with virtue and honor,” she said, “from kings to bakers, servants to soldiers. For no one is above the law, and no one is above justice. The raiders who attack and invade our southern borders are lawless and malevolent. With every breath, as they march forward, they threaten the safety of our land. Your role as a shield for Demacia is a great honor, and a just endeavor. And the Protector looks kindly upon those with justice in their hearts.”
“Aye,” said Abris. He looked to his sword, unblemished by acts of war. He vowed that from his first strike to his last, each would be in the name of justice.
“If ever you feel uncertain, soldier, think on how the Protector would act. If you act with integrity and truth, as the Protector would, surely she will guide your blade. Even if you must wet it with blood.”
The Illuminator bowed and returned to her temple.
Abris watched as the candle he had lit flickered in the dark. He stood up to walk back to his camp for the night. As he turned to look toward the statue one last time, he thought he saw the shine of another flame, deep within the stone helmet of the Protector.
You can read the full story here

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This is the base kayle. She has nice effects, but they are boring after getting mastery 8 with her. It doesn't add anything to the game, it's literally ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Really, a recolor of the base skin? Again, my 8600 Thailand bahts are spent for a reason and this reason is to give me all the fricking skins even the ones that were released before I started playing. Ugh, getting this skin isn't worth the pain, I had to buy another account (summoner name: Xx_kayledestroyer_xX) to get this skin and I had to spend 856 russian rubles, now who will give me back my money for this garbage skin? I tried it for 14 seconds and I hate it with all my heart: I hate the silver color (seriously??? Did you really put silver in the color palette for which reason?) and every visual effect kills a brain cell every time they appear on screen, I would like to keep my 207 IQ brain, thank you. The sound effect are even worse, they are metallic to hell and they kill my ears every time I hear them. It seems like that the plot for the #1 spot is developing, trying to kill both my ears and brain, you can't fool me rito, my tinfoil hat will protect me from your evil energy waves. What was I saying? Oh yeah, silver ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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We have a badass over here ladies and gentlemans. The ultimate judge that can judge the size of my elo. How can you define yourself a judge when you literally copy another skin, in this case iron inquisitor? You can't, that's pretty simple. We could consider this as a fusion between silver and inquisitor, but it takes only the worst parts of both skins. You have the ******* silver palette of the the silver skin and the same rarity (I had to spend part of my 3800 south african rands to buy another account. summoner name: Xx_mysisterisbetter_xX) and similar bugs to the inquisitor skin. The visual effects are orrible, you literally see ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Oh boy, I have some beef with this skin. Let's start from the beginning, this is a legendary skin right? WRONG. You couldn't be more wrong my friend, this is the antithesis of a good skin. Everything in her is wrong, but do you want to know the funniest thing? It wasn't that bad before the rework. Before it was considered as a stand alone skin and it was good as it is. It had goodish effect and skill, but now they ruined everything by adding it into the steel valkyries skinline (to understand,
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"To be crowned inquisitor was to take a stand against the darkness, and at the head of the order stood ![]() This is the second "best" (like if it was good lol) skin she has, but boy this skin has everything wrong with her. First, can we talk about the color palette? Do you remember that base ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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"When PENTAKILL needed a female vocalist, the heavens parted and a literal angel of rock fell to earth, taking up her sword-mic for the eternal glory of heavy metal." This, ladies and gentlemans, is the definitive skin. It's perfect, what else could I say? Perfect wings, perfect voice, perfect splash art, perfect model, perfect concept art, perfect story (that you had the perfect chance to read up here), perfect everything. First of all, see her beautiful perfect wings that could gracefully tear down your entire house, see her beautiful perfect double sword, forged in the depths of the metal land, that let her sing with her beautiful and powerful voice, making the enemy flee in fear. The visual effects are perfect, they give a powerful metal aura, so powerful that can shred enemies by oly being present in the game, a pleasure to the eyes. Then can we talk about the sound effects? Oh my god, they are perfect: you feel in control of your character, you feel the energy growing in you, making you more and more strong, like physically strong; you become like Tyler1, but taller and with long and beautiful metal hairs (and definetively not toxic). Her exalted form releases her true self, showing the perfect red of the band image, while her attacks feel like it's you doing them literally; you have the power at your grasp and you know it. If we have to start talking about the skills, nothing could be more perfect: her Q is like a blade that can cut through anything, perfect rappresentation of the actual effect; the effect is so clear that the enemies will try to get hit volountarly to get cleansed from their sins. Your W is perfectly represent ![]() ![]() |

In the mid game, you start to get strong, but you suck *** anyway because you are an inferior player, so farm until you get to 11. After eleven even you can play decently, so start splitpushing and kill everyone that tries to stop you. Never help your teammates, they are monkey.
When you get to 16 and you are in late game, start carrying those animals of your teammates and destroy everyone and everything on your path. If you die or lose during this phase, you should be assigned to a division inferior to iron.


//Serious note now, I don't know why you are still reading this joke guide, but I hope you had a good laugh :^
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