A Blessing

The doors to the Temple of Nagakabouros were pushed open, the rain and storm of the evening. Even if it was bright as day and dry as the desert, the man who entered through the massive doors would not stop dripping. With cautious steps he lurched forward, moving past the benches and seating areas where the flock of Nagakabouros arrived to listen to sermons. He looked left and right, placing his dagger into his holster for the first time since he’d returned to Bilgewater.

Only one person occupied the room with him, surrounded by candles and sitting at the mighty statue’s feet in the back of the room. Rather than a pious stance on her knees in prayer, she sat relaxed, one thick arm resting on the massive brass idol. “Knew you’d be coming eventually,” she said, not having to guess who had entered.

As Illaoi stood and turned, her gaze fell upon the gangly man standing in the aisle. “Hm. You remember me…and I remember you…” he muttered, peering at her with his glowing eyes. In fact, she looked too familiar.

Pyke reached behind himself, pulling out the manifest of the ship he carried around. Could she have been there? It wasn’t uncommon for some ships to have kraken priests on board. As he scrolled down the list, he reached the bottom. Unlike every other name, however, this next one was smudged and ruined. Had the rain gotten on the list? Besides a small I at the end of the name, it was impossible to read. Grumbling to himself, Pyke placed it back. He’d sort it out later.

“What are you looking for anyways?” Illaoi asked. When she had gotten word that a drowned phantom had been moving towards her temple, she bid all other followers to leave for the time being. She would face him “alone”, Nagakabouros protecting her in this sacred house.

Pyke chuckled, shaking his head. “Your blessing.”

Illaoi cocked one eyebrow upwards, the idol resting over her shoulder as she glared at Pyke. “A blessing? For you?”

With one damp hand, Pyke ran it along the seat next to him. He had a vague recollection of coming here before his untimely death. “Mmm, yeah. I remember the sermons, you know. Always movin’ forward. Always pushin’ onward.” He turned to her, glowing eyes piercing into hers. “So I figured who better to ask for well wishes than you?”

It was a surprising statement, to be sure. She had expected Pyke to seek revenge. If anything, whatever foul spirits plagued the specter didn’t have as much power here as her own god. “Hm. Alright. I’ll humor you. That said, you have to answer a question.”

There was no shock or surprise in Pyke’s face as he moved to Illaoi, used to the tests and trials she often spoke of. His expression was hard to read as well, bandana hiding any emotion he could have been sporting. With a casual air, Pyke knelt at Illaoi’s feet, lowering his head as he readied himself. “Go on then, priestess. Show me whatever test you want me to accomplish.”

“How long is your list?”

Pyke froze. The list? It had to have gotten out, sure, but why was she interested? With careful consideration, the list was unfurled at Illaoi’s feet, showing the long manifest of names and scratch marks from those he’d taken down. “Lotta names to move through, priestess. Lotta time I’m gonna spend moving forward.”

A defeated sigh escaped Illaoi’s lips, seeing the parchment that answered all the questions she had. “So your list has no end?” The drowned spirit looked up at Illaoi, confused as to what she meant. “Your list? This thing is crap. You want to get through the list but look at it. It isn’t ever going to end.” Her expression turned sour as she looked down at the spirit at her feet.

Anger rose in Pyke’s body, fingers twitching. He wanted to reach for the knife but she wasn’t on the list. “Ain’t you the one who told me I should always be going forward?”

“And you’re not.” The stern expression of the priestess could crack stone. “You’re in a rut. A circle that’s never going to end. You think you’re moving forward but you’re just going to loop forever.” Lifting her idol, she raised it above the parchment at her feet. “No, you don’t need a blessing. You need a cleansing.”

As she dropped the idol, with full intent to smash the list, Pyke felt an emotion he hadn’t felt since his death: Panic. His fingers jutted out, even though crushing paper would do little than crumple it, as he wrapped his hand around it. The idol fell with crushing weight, snapping bones as Pyke’s arm was caught beneath the idol. “You…you LIAR!”

Illaoi lifted the idol, ready to bash Pyke in the skull and free the tormented spirit. Instead her idol swung wide, striking a watery apparition. Several feet away Pyke stood, clutching his list with a mangled hand. “Do you see now?” Illaoi waited for a response to see if he had come to his senses.

“Oh, I see alright. I see you for the fraud you are!” Pyke removed his dagger, ready to fight. His broken arm began to crack back into place, the spirit not even caring that he was healing at such a rate. “A priestess lying about her own damn sermons. A goddamn joke, that’s what you’re saying.”

Whatever spirit had its grip on Pyke was too strong to just release him. Illaoi set her idol on the ground, cracking her knuckles as she glared to the man across the room. “Get the hell out of my temple or I’ll throw you out.” In truth, she’d do much worse.

As strong as Pyke felt that he was, something told him no. That this fight wasn’t one he’d win. A gut instinct like when he’d hunted the sea behemoths? Maybe. Either way, he began to step backwards. Raising his knife, Pyke glared to Illaoi. “You best hope you never walk alone. I’ve got a special place for you on this damn list.”

“Three seconds. Then I’m breaking your spine.”

Pyke disappeared from view, seeming to vanish into nothingness. Even though she could not see him, Illaoi could very well feel that he had left the temple. Illaoi returned to the statue at the end of the temple, sitting down as she had been. She had tried to help him, yes, but that spirit was beyond help. Something had a grasp on him. Something Nagakabouros itself couldn’t easily get rid of. Her attempt had been a failure.

Despite this, a smirk ran across her face. Failure is, after all, one of the ways people moved forward.

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Of Paths Not Taken

Breath in. Breath out.

Irelia slowly moved one foot forward, watching as the blades around her spun and danced. The rhythm was unknown to all but herself, the melody in her head playing on. Her morning meditation was uninterrupted as she surveyed over the small hamlet of Shikama. It was one of many villages her army had visited. The thought gave Irelia pause: Her army. She was the leader of this band of Ionian defenders. That said, she did not lead alone.

 “Lady Irelia,” called a gruff voice. Turning her head, Irelia saw the approaching form. Towering over most Ionians, the man was clad head-to-toe in ceremonial armor. A mane of red hair flowed from the back of his helmet like a waterfall, a kanabō resting on his shoulder. “Was looking for you. My apologies for disturbing your meditation.”

 The blades that rotated around Irelia flowed to her back, forming a triangular shape that hovered just above her spine. “Lord Ryota…or should I say Shogun?” She responded with a devious smirk.

 Ryota grunted, placing his kanabō’s head flat to the earth. “I will never be used to such a title. Lord Diago should have been shogun, not I.”

 “You took the sword, did you not?” Irelia turned back to the valley as she spoke. Ryota’s free hand wandered to the large, sheathed sword against his waist. He was still hesitant to draw the weapon, even though he had inherited the title. “I’m sorry if I worried you. I was just…thinking.”

 Joining her on the overlooking mountain, Ryota nodded. He was quite a bit taller than Irelia, even though he had appointed himself her subordinate. “Thinking?”

 Irelia turned back to him, the sun resting just above the valley as the day was set to begin. “Do you ever wonder what would have happened? If life had taken a different path? I always seem to fall back to that day…”


 Several years ago.

 Blood stained stone as the blades that Irelia controlled swung through the air. The Placidium was a warzone, the band of Ionian warriors that made up the resistance fighting tooth and nail to reclaim the area. The sight of the young girl weaving and cutting through the crowd kept the morale of her people from shattering, albeit it was a fragile hold.

 “Hold the line!” she called, looking left and right. Her track of the battlefield wavered, the Noxians hesitant to approach her. She needed to find the leader. More importantly, she needed to find her own leader.

 In the chaos, Ryota had vanished. Irelia might have been great at holding morale together but she was not the strategist and leader that he was. Turning to one of her men, Irelia nodded. “Secure the courtyard. I’m heading inside to find the commander. Ionia stands!”

 The soldier slammed his fist to his chest, shouting “IONIA STANDS!” in response. With her command given, Irelia dashed past the crowd, cutting through any who moved to intercept her. Noxians fell before her, none able to stop the sprinting woman as she danced across the bloodsoaked stone.

 Through hallways she moved, the way to the council chamber unguarded and barren. It was suspicious to say the least. It became downright insidious when one considered that the council chamber was the center of the area and the point one needed to lay claim to for a successful siege.

 The door to the chamber was blasted open, Irelia having no time for locks. It was fortunate that she did, as she arrived in time. Among the numerous elite Noxians was Ryota, kneeling in a pool of his own blood. The enemy’s commander, an aging man with a black coat, brandished a sword. “It’s impressive that you’ve lasted this long…Shogun? Hm. I swore the Shogun of Ionia died in the first few bouts.” Swain removed a piece of cloth from his jacket, wiping the blood of his blade.

 In reckless anger, Ryota swung his weapon. “DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK HIS NAME!” The weakened state of the warrior was too great for a clean hit, Swain taking a single step back. In response to the aggression, one soldier placed a boot to Ryota’s back, sending him to the floor. The shogun lay on the ground, struggling to push himself up.

 “I admire your tenacity and your sheer resilience. I understand now why rumors of you have been spreading.” Swain lifted his eyes from the floor, spying Irelia in the doorway. “And it appears we have an audience. Speak up, girl. I’m curious what you think of your hero.”

 Irelia grit her teeth, clenching her fists. “Irelia…leave…” Ryota mumbled.

 Swain rolled his eyes, stepping forward. With a swift kick, the shogun’s helmet went sailing across the room to rest at Irelia’s feet. “Go on. Take it. Leave if you wish, in fact.” It was a display of power, to be sure. “Share this helmet with as many heads as you wish. Noxus will take each one.”

 “Xan.”

 All the soldiers turned to the girl in the doorway, bemused now that she had spoken. “I’m sorry?” Swain asked. “I don’t exactly understand your tongue so by all means, explain.”

 “Xan Irelia. That is my name. The name of a house you animals butchered. The name of my family that I’ll never see grow old…” Irelia’s eyes contained a fire hotter than any ember, the girl’s rage pouring out like a volcanic torrent in her words. “KNOW THAT XAN IRELIA IS THE ONE WHO WILL END YOU!”

 “Then try.” Swain asked.

 All at once the blades around Irelia reeled backwards. In traditional Ionian dance, it was one of the hardest movements to perform. Kicking off the ground, Irelia flipped backwards, the blades trailing behind her in perfect sync. As she landed, the hurricane of blades shot outward, spreading around the kneeling Ryota. The Noxians who had the misfortune of being right on the wall were skewered by the multiple blades stabbing into them. Those who were trapped inside the cage with Swain and Ryota stumbled back, suffering gashes as the wall cut into them. Those on the outside backed away, shocked by the sudden appearance.

 Breath in. Breath out.

 Irelia moved like a divine wind, aiming for the first soldier on the outer rim of the wall. He was slow and sluggish, unable to stop Irelia as her blades cut through his chest. She didn’t pause, moving from this guard to the next in an instant. And the next. And yet another.

 Breath in. Breath out.

 She crossed the wall of blades, gathering more of the telekinetic shards as she struck the few who still stood. Time seemed to slow around her, giving Irelia more than enough chances to see the smug visage of Swain devolve into disgruntled surprise. From disgruntled surprise Swain’s expression turned into something he had never expressed before: Fear.

 Breath in. Breath out.

 Swain realized he would be at a disadvantage with most of his elite guard dead. He would have to retreat, as much as he hated the prospect. Despite this, greed overtook his strategic sensibility for the briefest of moments: Killing Ryota would be a blow that was worth the risk. Left hand raised, his sword aimed to pierce through the skull of the Ionian shogun.

 Breath in. Breath out.

 Swain and Ryota were gone. In their place was her father and the Duqal. Just like before, her father was going to die to Noxians for little reason other than proving a point. Unlike before, Irelia was here. Unlike before, she could fight back. This time would be different.

 Breath in. Breath out.

 Swain’s arm moved downward, aiming to strike. Irelia let her telekinesis break for a singular moment. Her hand wrapped around one of the kinetic blades, cutting into her palm. The pain was irrelevant, the young girl too focused on her goal. Swinging her arm, the blade met flesh. It sailed through bone and muscle alike, Irelia cutting through Swain’s arm with personal flair. The general’s expression turned to shock, his limb amputated before his own eyes.

 Swain’s hand fell to the floor, still clutching his personal weapon as he stumbled back. His free hand clutched the bloody stump, eyes wide in panic. “This…this isn’t over!” he cried. Swain turned to run, Irelia ready to chase him. Instead she winced, her hand releasing the blade she held. Blood was on her hands, this time her own, as she came back to the reality of her situation.

 Bodies were strewn around the room, her blades clattering to the floor as her concentration broke. “Lord Ryota?” She asked, turning to spy the man kneeling. “Are you going to be well?”

 The older man spat, stumbling upward. His face was mostly pristine, despite the body wounds he sported. “Aye. Noxian tactics. Shallow cuts all over my body. They wanted to make me suffer and prove a point. Instead they didn’t finish their goal.” He looked around the room, wiping his brow. “You defeated an elite Noxian troop, not to mention saved me, and mortally wounded their commander.”

 Irelia composed herself, blades converging around her body. “I acted as any soldier would to save our leader.”

 “No…no. I am no leader. Strategist, maybe, but I’m no leader.” Ryota moved to lift the helmet off the ground, staring at the curved horns adoring it. “They respect me, yes, but they fear me more than they believe in me. Not like you.” Ryota placed the helmet back atop his head, turning to Irelia. “You’re what Ionia needs, not I.”

 She blinked in surprise, the young girl surprised at how blunt Ryota was with his own status. “Shogun, I could never-“

 “You won’t replace me,” he said, shaking his head. “But you will lead them. I’m nothing but a soldier who guides the battle. You? You’ll be the light that guides Ionia to victory.” He looked to the ground. “Take the arm if you agree. Show it to our warriors, show everyone that you took the Placidium back. Leave it on the ground if you don’t. Not even the great spirits can force you to be a symbol. The choice is yours.”

 Irelia looked down at the severed arm. Conflicting emotions ran through her, the blades spinning in slow fashion as she considered her choices. She was a mere dancer with a decent weapon, not a leader. She was a warrior who saved the commander and brought victory when there would be defeat. She was a hero. She was just a girl. She was…

 The arm was lifted off the floor, still clutching the sword as the two fighters walked out the door to the waiting army.


 “And what about that day?” Ryota questioned.

 Irelia pressed her hands together, eyes shut. “Had I been a second late, you would be dead and I would be leading the army. Had I not attempted the Xianfeng zhi ren, I would have been unable to face all those soldiers.” Her eyes opened, a somber look on her face. “Had Noxus not invaded, we may have never met.”

 Arms crossed, Ryota hummed to himself. “I suppose it is in the nature of Ionians to consider what our lives would be…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Is the burden too great? Do you think you have the spirit and the body to carry on? Do you wish for an easier life?”

 At this, she pondered. Had none of this happened, she would not exist. The Xan Irelia of today would be nothing like the Xan Irelia of the alternate world. If she had a choice, would she go with what she had become or what she could have been? The sun crested over the mountains fully, the warmth of the morning washing over Irelia. In her heart, despite all the pain, she knew the answer.

 “I am grateful for everything that has led me to this point. Nothing more.” Clasping her hands together, Irelia looked over the village, prepared to move on to the next so that Ionia’s defending army could grow ever stronger. Her meditation, for today, would come to a close.

 Breath in. Breath out.

A Eulogy for Esports

The usual course of action when someone opens an article like this is to hearken back to their fondest memory. In my case, when it comes to esports, I don’t have a singular fond memory that makes me go “That’s it. That’s when I knew it’d be a big”. Rather, I have a pick-up truck worth of memories where I recall how things happened and the stories associated with them. I remember watching EVO Moment #37, not really understanding why it was a big deal but getting hype anyways. I remember watching pro Starcraft and getting frustrated when I didn’t have the dexterity or the APM to play it on a professional level. I remember the hype and memes surrounding the MLG circuit with Halo and everyone scrambling to throw together a team for an online tournament.

It makes me sad that all of that is gone.

Prime Time Entertainment

I’ll be blunt that I was never really invested in the new wave of esports. Sure, I watch Worlds and see what’s happening at The International but the drive to remain current and up-to-date is gone for me. I could argue that I outgrew esports but when you have journalists, players and people who are decades older than I am, it’s not a strong argument. What really changed my point-of-view on the subject is remembering part of why I loved old esports: It was an untamed wilderness.

Back then, esports were an uncertain field. Things like vulgar language, fights and money matches were common. I’d compare it to something of an underground fight club, where you could only really catch these matches on the tail-end of a shaky recorded youtube compilation. When someone got demolished in a match, you could bet that they’d throw their controller and scream some horrible epithets about their opponent. These days, you’re lucky to get someone saying they’ll easily beat an enemy.

To me, the main problem with esports is the move towards widespread entertainment and consumption. A once-niche audience of seeing who was the best is now prime time entertainment for the masses. Games are designed to have esport scenes from the ground up, vying to be the next big part of the pantheon. In this way, esports has to move towards normalization and political-correctness. It’s not “right” to scream in an enemy’s face. It’s not “setting a good example” to mock and laugh at someone you beat in a perfect match.

This point could just be nostalgia. Someone looking back and saying that it wasn’t like what it used to be so it’s worse. That’s understandable.  After all, esports had to mature to reach a wider audience right?

Money and Politics

This is the part that can’t be disputed. Since the move, money has been pouring into esports like cake batter into a pan, covering every inch of it. Companies are increasing their hold over their games and forcing out both competition and people they do not desire. This isn’t ubiquitous to a single esport either. Every single game these days has this problem and will continue to have this problem.

These situations fall into two major fields that can be described with media: 1984 vs. Mad Max.

1984-style esports are your big organizations like Riot, Blizzard and so-on. These are the guys who own and dominate their game and crush out any ill-will. You will play by their rules or you won’t play at all. Coincidentally, these are also the places that are moving heavily toward franchising. It’s a move that holds skepticism as nothing of the sort has been attempted to such a large scale. This idea is an easy pill to swallow as well. Oh, the big bad corporation hates dissent and wants to establish a freaky utopia? Where do I sign up to overthrow them?

Mad Max is the esport that everyone likes to pretend is still “original” but can have just as many problems as the former. These types of games such as CS:GO are privy to a lack of regulation and a general disinterest from the publisher/creator. These are the places where seedy backroom deals take place. The places where players don’t get paid but don’t want to come forward. Match fixing, illegal gambling and more take over. The worst part is that most people chalk it up to a few bad eggs. A puddle of toxic waste on the path to greatness. This attitude, in my mind, will lead to an even worse situation than the former style of governing an esport.

The forced competition also has killed much of the comradery in gaming. Sure, you may not like the other game, but you didn’t care if your game was located in the same tournament convention. These days, companies seek to isolate their game further and further even with things like ESL and IEM. I’ve found that in speaking with friends, most focus on only one or two esports. They’re not interested in experimenting and expanding their horizons. They watch one game that they’ll defend to the death.

In esports, it feels like competition has hit a fever pitch. If you’re not in the spotlight all the time, you’re holding onto a dead game and that’s worse than death.

Fixing esports?

You can’t.

Perhaps I’m being cynical but I don’t see a world where esports goes back to its roots. It has had too much money pumped in, become too much of a mainstream thing, to fall back to the place where it began. This also isn’t something organizations or companies want to return to either. With all this money and advertising placed in esports, why would you ever bother going back to how it was? You can control every aspect or just collect revenue while you do very little to manage it. In either case, it’s a flat out success.

The future will also be made by those who grew up on these esports. People who watched the LCS or looked up starry-eyed at the Overwatch League. People who didn’t care much about the game DOTA but saw dollar signs when the prize pool flashed up. People care more about the roar of the crowd than being one of the best players in CS:GO. In an ironic twist, esports has fallen into becoming just any other sport. It has descended into that cauldron of easily consumable entertainment that you and the boys watch every Friday night to see whose team beats which opponent.

Consider this my eulogy for what esports was and why it just doesn’t hold my heart as it used to. Maybe one day I’ll find a game that captures me like Street Fighter III did or old Marvel vs. Capcom 2 videos did. Until then, I’ll consolidate myself to watching the twitter feed with whatever organization or company screws up next and the armchair backlash of people who have a quarter of the facts.

Leaks and Video Games: Help/Hurt.

In recent times, the most disturbing and problematic trend in video games (to me) isn’t any sort of ad revenue problem. It’s not the absolute silence of criticism, it’s not manipulation of websites like Metacritic and it’s not any sort of design philosophy. Rather, my frustration with the games and the game industry can be summed up in a word:

Leaks.

To understand the impact, we have to fall back years and go to one of the things video games do stronger than any other media: hidden/surprise content. While spoilers are a thing in every form of media that range from spoiling an ending to a book to the shock reveal or twist midway into a series, games have special things and aspects no other media can boast.

Specifically, when games have a hidden treat, it’s not something you can always find just by playing the game to completion. Sometimes, to find that hidden treat, you have to devote a ton of time to the game. You have to collect all one hundred-plus collectables. You have to find that secret area you only get by putting in the right console command. Hell, sometimes you have to finish the game and then call a phone number that plays a secret message for your ears only.

I can’t truly blame game developers for this. As we’ve gotten deeper into the existence of video games, these things were bound to happen. The amount of people who understand code and can datamine both games and patches have skyrocketed. In addition to this, social media has made it so that it’s incredibly easy for the average person to build a fanbase or a reputation as a “leaker” or someone with insider knowledge working under a pseudonym.

What hurts me most is that the surprise is gone. However, this isn’t always a bad thing. For this argument, I’ll use two core examples in recent times.

The Bad: League of Leaks

One of the most negative situations and a “worst case scenario” when this happens has got to be the painful leak Riot Games had with League of Legends. A few months ago, a giant leak list appeared. A ton of the information was listed among it but chief in it was both the reveal of the direction of two champion updates and the release of Xayah and Rakan.

This is when leaks are at their absolute worst. Incredible reveals that would have shocked us with the fact that Urgot had shotgun knees or that League was doing a dual champion release for the first time in years was instead dashed by a leak list. This also crushed the fact that hard work that should have shocked and wowed the audience was instead known in advance.

These are my most egregious leak aggrivations. Leaks that steal the surprise from me. Leaks that don’t shock me. Leaks that are done to give someone fame for a brief moment and be regarded as some sort of “prophet”. With that in mind, the question becomes “when is a leak good?”

The Good: Not-so-Marvelous Roster

The counter argument to this is a situation where a leak can actually stamp out problems and even save someone money. In this situation, I speak of the “roster leak” that happened for Marvel vs. Capcom Infinite. Thanks to data-mining from the demo, a huge amount of chracters were leaked and revealed for the game. Some of these supposedly confirmed for DLC and some of them mere additions to the roster.

Perhaps what is most important about this is that this confirmed a worry many players had about the games roster. It showed them that Capcom was reusing assets and that the new additions would be pitiful comparative to the third installment of the game. Even more importantly, it put a spotlight on the problematic roster when there was still time to correct it. That is, if Capcom goes that root.

This type of situation is one of the few where a leak can be good. A situation where the leak can gather major feedback before it’s too late. In addition, it also saves some heartbreak and even money. After all, will people still preorder knowing this pitiful roster exists?

A Pipe You Can’t Shut

Unfortunately, leaks will always be a thing. There is always going to be someone who shirks the NDA because the internet is a huge place and they can’t be found. That said, the best we can do is use our datamining for good. Instead of trying to datamine simply to get the latest work-in-progress, we could work toward finding out if a solution is reached for a problem. We could investigate the data for things like if a story mode exists or possible transaction prices.

Hell, we might even be able to use these talents to prevent situations in the future where we find documents detailing how a company was using the funds we gave from an Indiegogo to buy some fast cars to crash. No matter what, leaks are a powerful tool with great capacity for good and bad. The best we can hope for is that we have these abilities that can help people in the long term, rather than using them for a quick cash-in of social media fame.

On Thematic Unity and Galio’s Rework

Understandably, a lot of people are upset about Galio's change in terms of (if nothing else) color design and model design. What we have to make note of, however, is that thematic unity is something Riot has been trying to achieve for a while now with reworks and model updates. So, real quick, let's go over some examples:

Noxus

Noxus, from an aesthetic point of view, has very dark and often muted colors. Swain’s cloak might be green but it’s not a bright, neon green or a brilliant jade. Rather. it’s muted and reflects Noxus. Noxian champions have dark, permeating colors.

Ionia

While Ionia has more color variation, colors that stick out are often soft pastel colors that mix with the darker or lighter shades. It reflects Ionia’s nature as a peaceful place that prides itself on balance and duality. (Bright pastels vs. basic colors.)

Rather than tug out more pictures and bloat the page, some quick additions:

  • Shadow Isles: Ghostly teals and blacks. Made to look horrific and spooky.
  • Piltover: Muted colors and lots of industrial greys/browns.
  • Zaun: Whatever you find in the gutter.
  • Freljord: “Cool” colors that are darker and reflect the icy climate.
  • Shurima: Brilliant and bright golds/silvers.

So now we get to Demacia. Demacia, as a country, is a “holy” place. Bright whites and complimenting colors like blue, gold, etc. It’s where you think a paladin would be born. Current Galio looks like this:

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Now, does that really fit Demacia?

Before people go “well duh” hear me out: His colors are a teal blue and muted gold. He doesn’t look like a statue carved to fit with Demacia’s architecture nor the general style of how Demacia makes things. When you put him in a line-up with Garen’s bright blue/silver, Lux’s sparkling white and Jarvan’s gleaming gold? He stands out as the outcast. Even Poppy, who is more a visitor, represents Demacia better even if she’s trying to emulate Demacia rather than actually emulating it. (Hence why she has some gold/white but it is muted comparative to Garen/Lux/Xin/etc.)

In addition to this, people are focusing too much on Galio from the perspective of our world. In a fantasy setting, the idea of a gargoyle/stone colossus would look a bit different form our definition. While Galio does have aspects of a gargoyle, he does have more Demacian-centric things about him; Gold highlights, angelic wings, white marble instead of stone, so on and so forth.

All that said, I do think Galio should have a chroma or something to better mesh with his original color design. But if you really compare to those who are meant to be his city-state peers and allies, this Galio makes far more sense as a Demacian golem than the current Galio.

The Path of Riot’s Reworks

In League of Legends, when it comes to reworks, more often than not Riot is busy reworking and fixing the problems of old. However, they have an unprecedented amount of work to do. Imagine having a massive chunk of the cast who you have to rework and fix because of outdated designs but keeping the same character. In this regard, reworks have the difficult job of preserving a character’s identity and modernizing them for the new League of Legends. For this short retrospective, I’m going to be going over Riot’s reworks and how they’ve evolved in size, scope and more.

The Early Days: Karma, Tryndamere and more

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Riot is no stranger to reworks and often it is a case where the character isn’t entirely meshing. The early days of League had small scale changes made to characters that didn’t truly “change” much about the character but tried to shift power. Tryndamere, Kayle and Ryze were all characters that often got a small, fresh coat of paint to the model and perhaps a changed ability or two. For the most part, these were extremely tiny. They didn’t truly change much about the character or how they played. They just tried to make them fresh and new for the game.

Karma would be the first character to become a fully reworked character and it shows. As Riot was fresh in the game of reworking characters to a large scale, Karma was their test run. She retains very little of her original kit save for certain parts: Mantra, the shield and a tether. Yet these skills played nothing like the original Karma and to this day many people consider her a weaker character because of it.

This doesn’t even talk about how Karma got an entirely new voice-over and how her visual look changed to a more conventionally attractive look with revealed legs, short cropped hair and an overall more “beautiful” look as opposed to regal, refined, tight-dressed Karma. That said, Karma taught the rework team a valuable lesson about preserving a character’s thematic as well as their core gameplay.

The Freljord Patch: Sejuani, Trundle and “Lore Reworks”

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The next major rework that the team would tackle would come in the form of the Freljord. Sejuani and Trundle were given fresh, new models and given new life in their kits. Not much changed about either, they just retained a lot of their core power while making them a little more clean in the gameplay department. In terms of raw rework and kit, there wasn’t much controversy and both were well received. What wasn’t so well received was the change to the lore.

While Sejuani retained a lot of the aspects of old, the more problematic reworks came in the form of written backstories. Gragas, Udyr, Trundle and more were all changed to be part of the evolving Freljord conflict, much to the dismay of others. Why was Udyr or Gragas suddenly relocated to the Freljord? Why did Trundle become a completely new character? What was the purpose of fracturing stories that worked into fresh, “new” character?

Again, this was an important lesson about preserving thematics and story. While the kit was preserved and the overall gameplay was turned to a more fresh, clean ideal? The core character was changed and it caused great strife among players. It seemed after this, Riot was always doomed to falter on one or two fronts. How could they succeed when every rework brought about another problem in some form?

The Golden Age: Sion, Poppy, Taric and the Forgotten

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Skepticism was abound when Sion was announced for reworking. One of League’s oldest, most polarizing champions and Riot is revitalizing him? This had danger written all over it. How could Riot perverse an AP mage or the AD carry aspect of the character? How can you keep a character alive when all you have is a handful of references and a weak VO? As it turns out, by being Riot Games.

Sion was by-and-large Riot’s most well received update to this day. They turned an unassuming green zombie into a titanic juggernaut of death. Everything in the character meshed together to create a compelling and fantastic character. Sion retained aspects of his old kit while learning new tricks. His story became that of a grim monster with serious, terrifying aspects. I remember reading articles where people said they were actually scared of Sion and how the loud clang of metal signaled his arrival. Sion was the start of the golden age of reworks that would come in the future:

Gangplank, a modernization to a rather binary character that doubled as a compelling evolution from silly pirate to scourge of the sea.

Poppy, a confusing assassin with no sensible path turning into a heroic tank with mechanics not seen in League up to that time.

Taric, the soft-spoken gem knight turning into a celestial protector with aspects of his old kit in new light.

Yorick, the disheveled gravedigger who turned into the sole-remaining monk of a long forgotten order.

Finally was Warwick, the newest rework, that kept aspects of the werewolf and turned him into a horrifying, blood-crazed chimera from the streets of Zaun.

Even if not every rework was viable, balanced or meta? Every rework seemed well received and giving fresh life to old characters. Riot seems to have gotten the perfect formula going.

Moving Forward

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With Galio up next along with Evelynn and Urgot waiting in the wings, large-scale reworks seem like a process Riot has turned into an exciting tool. People are more thrilled about the revitalizing of new champions even more than they are about new releases. People love to see their old mains brought up to fresh standards. Nobody knows how long this cycle can go on though; Eventually Riot will just be reworking releases that are newer and newer to the point where even recent releases are subject to new standards.

No matter what, Riot has turned their reworks into an art form. Despite a rough early start, Riot seems to have found the perfect way to give old faces a new chance in the limelight.

Piltover Parley Ep. 2 ft. PiraTechnics

Welcome to Piltover Parley!

This is a series (Sometimes audio and sometimes written) where I interview significant figures in the League community and get their viewpoints, thoughts and ideas about the game!

The LCS and League Pro Play has begun across the globe. What better way to celebrate than to interview one of League’s casters? I pulled Devin “PiraTechnics” Younge over to Piltover for some words on pro play, being a caster, working with Riot and more.

Bear in mind: This is a SHORTENED TRANSCRIPT of the full interview which you can find here for full viewing or here for listening. This written portion will merely cover some questions for those who are looking for the specific questions/answers.

Becoming a Caster

David aka “CaptainMarvelous”: Starting off, tell us a little bit about how you got to be a caster and what made you decide to be a caster.

Devin “PiraTechnics” Younge: So I played League some years back and I was working long hours at a medical company doing software. I saw people doing community events as well as things like the LCS and Starcraft. I started making little video series that I just threw up on youtube and it was a fun hobby for a while.

CM: And then you got approached by Riot?

PT: Well there’s more to it than that. When I got into League it started getting more serious. It was a long time before I got anywhere near at Riot level.

CM: So you created a better portfolio to show to Riot?

PT: I’m not sure if they ever saw all my applications. I submitted at least three-to-four over the year. I quit my job and was trying to pursue doing casting full time. It wasn’t the only path, I thought about “hey, do I wanna write about esports?” I don’t know how viable my skills are to that, I wasn’t particularly good at it. Casting was something a little more natural to me. All the same, I just immersed myself in esports, particularly League watching everything I could. The key was to get online and to start casting events. It wasn’t until I started meeting some people who were doing bigger and better things that I started getting more recognized.

CM: So it’s all about beating your head against a wall until you hit that one big moment that gets you noticed, right?

PT: Well you make yourself available. First off; Constantly be doing casting. Be it a three person stream or a tournament at someone’s house. You just start to make those connections because you’ll always meet people. Eventually you start growing a list of contacts and eventually somebody knows somebody doing something a little bigger than what you’ve been doing. That’s when you show them your portfolio and you start to move forward and that’s what happened to me. I got the chance to cast the LPL because the people who were looking to start an English stream knew me for a while and invited me to come along board. That kinda launched things into space.

Casting For Riot and the “Caster Cage”

CM: Casting for Riot, how has your experience been specifically casting for them?

PT: First thing is the level of production is completely out of this world. There’s really nothing like it and there are so many little things that Riot just gets right time and time again. I don’t want to shit on anyone else, it just is a high standard of quality. It’s something I can show to people who don’t even watch esports. I can show it to my parents and the first thing they’ll say is “I have no idea what’s happening but this looks really professional”. That’s a point of pride for me and it’s a really important thing that Riot sets the standard for what esports production quality should be.

CM: How is Riot in developing your casting from what it was to today? What is your experience with that and how have they (Riot) supported you in your rise from Devin to PiraTechnics?

PT: It’s really about who you work with. They definitely do take care of me in terms of getting vocal coaching and taking care of my throat because I lost my voice last year. It’s definitely played a really big part in my development. We have this really big emphasis on giving and receiving feedback. It’s definitely a “Riot” thing in general but in our office it means we VOD review each other and we really just want to push each other to be better. If I do something in the office that people are like “Hey, that wasn’t OK. That wasn’t cool” etc. etc. , someone’s going to let me know. It’s a really good environment to foster growth both personally and professionally.

CM: As a comparison to casting for Riot; Late last year there was what I’ll call the “caster cage controversy” when MonteCristo came out about working with Riot and Riot’s esport department comparative to the rest of the industry. Some of the biggest criticisms he had working with Riot were that, for one thing, you can’t really grow a brand of your own. The other thing was that there was a lot of work without a lot of pay compensation associated with it. A lot of people were saying that Riot isn’t good for a tier one caster to work at. What’s been your take on that?

PT: To be honest, there’s not a lot I can really add to this. What I can say is that if I want to, I can always go to my boss and negotiate for more money, etc. It’s not like there’s a moratorium on discussing salary. From the content side, there’s a lot of stuff I’m empowered to build with Riot that I couldn’t do on my own. For me, it’s kind of cool to have the environment of “Hey if you want to make something related to League let’s do it in the Riot ecosystem”.  It kind of makes sense too because if I was making something, people are going to associate it with me no matter what and with Riot. If it was crappy quality, it’d be like “WTF is this”. That whole policy on content and creating things in certain ways makes sense to me. It’s not like I can’t just go and stream something and say “Hey I think this champion is really good”. It’s not a total lockdown of what we do.

CM: Building on that; There’s a sort of Reddit mentality that you can’t really “talk bad” about Riot or about League of Legends. There are a lot of people that because you’re Riot employees you can’t talk ill about things they make.

PT: I’d say that in a standard employment contract that’s par for the course for a public statement.  You’d find that a lot of that stuff is totally fine for us to say. The balance team probably wouldn’t be happy if we went on a tirade about how bad things are but I don’t think anyone actually feels that way. We can totally call a bug or the idea that we can’t say “this champion is OP” or whatever. Some of us do that more than others. One of the reasons I don’t particularly do that is because my game knowledge usually isn’t up to the same level as color casters. I’ll know basic stuff like I know Camille is overpowered and a little bit about why but I don’t know the exact details about how she could be fixed perfectly. There’s really nothing to the idea that we can’t talk about things that aren’t totally balanced or working-as-intended.

The LCS and Favorite Things to Cast

CM: The LCS began all across the world. What do you think about it right now and all the changes, such as the ten ban system and some interesting pocket picks?

PT: There’s a lot of cool stuff going on! There’s a lot of pick diversity thanks to the ten ban system. We saw Camille playing against Jax, that was interesting. Speaking of ADCs, we’ve seen Ziggs a couple of times. Bang played it on SKT the other day. I think they experimented a bit more in the east. NA and EU haven’t really not quite gone outside of their comfort zone as much. There have been a few really interesting things out of there but they’re definitely missing a few of the newer champions.

CM: Speaking of the meta, you see a very sort-of basic meta right now; Tanky toplaner, damage-oriented midlaner, tanky-bruiser jungler, a utility or long-range ADC and finally you have the AP “support” who gets more kills than the ADC. What do you think about the current meta?

PT: It makes for a lot of interesting teamfights. ADC gets a little more pinch that a lot of the roles but obviously at a competitive level there are some cool things going on. I think it’s really interesting to watch because you have so many picks-to-counterpicks-to-compositions-to-countercompositions.

CM: On champions, what’s your favorite champion to cast?

PT: I’d say I have a couple of them. I would think that my absolute favorite, which I haven’t seen in a while, would be Jinx. Watching outplays with that champion is actually incredible. Seeing a super mega death rocket connect from halfway across the map is really really cool. Another one I’d say is Kalista. There’s a moment going back to MSI of last year where I got to cast CLG. Stixxay had this really incredible Kalista game and it was just a pleasure watching him play. Kindred is another one. There’s something of a theme that I enjoy casting ADC champions because of my solo queue.

CM: I think we’ll have a clear answer for this one: Who is your favorite player to cast, be it in an EU LCS sense or a worldwide sense?

PT: Actually casted some players in China before I ever stepped on the EU stage. From those days, one of my favorite players to cast was Uzi. That guy just does highlights-after-highlights so it’s super sick to watch. Even if he facechecks into five people he gets a double kill out of it. On the EU stage, there are definitely a lot of fun and interesting players to cast. I would say Jankos comes to mind, “The First Blood King” as we call him. Another player I enjoy casting is Perkz, Zven, most of G2. Most of G2 have pretty cool highlights but those two in particular. I’d also say Steelback because he’s always been this sort of underdog player. When he was on Roccat he was kind of the shining light on that team. They might lose day-in and day-out but he would do so much work and you could see how tryhard he was going. Players like that are just enjoyable to watch because it’s not just mechanics but their passion.

Closing Thoughts and Changing League

CM: As a sort of closing idea: What are some gameplay changes you’d make to League to make it a better game in your eyes or make it better/more enjoyable to cast?

PT: Well, most of the things coming to my mind are really trolly. If I had to make a change off-the-bat, nothing super specific? I would say an in-built system to track movement around the map would be cool for spectating. Looking at heat signatures that wouldn’t be built from data but actually select and put in the corner of the screen to cycle between players. Having a little more clarity with items with stacks and numbers. In actual gameplay design? I don’t know what I’d really change. Maybe change some of the build paths for ADCs because that’s sort of a point of contention. The number one important change, though, would be that whenever someone scores a sick play it goes full Mortal Kombat and someone says “Toasty!”.

CM: You did say you had a few troll ideas. C’mon, let’s hear’em.

PT: Besides the toasty one? I would love when Baron dies for there to be an explosion of glitter and streamers and stuff. Not every time but maybe like one in fifty times. One of the great things about League is that even casting it like a sport, it’s still a game and I really love that aspect about it. It really lives on in how skins are designed and how game modes are added. I’d love a little silly RNG that doesn’t affect the state of the game but silly things like blue buff taunting you one in fifty times. More of them than we have anyways.

CM: Closing off; Do you have any final words for those who are fans of League of Legends or the LCS specifically?

PT: I guess I would just say that if you’re a fan, really appreciate you for tuning in to watch. We do the show for you guys. If you’re an aspiring caster, I can’t promise any of my advice would be good, I just know it worked for me. You just gotta hustle as much as you can and get your name out there. I feel like if I can do it anyone who has the drive to do it can do it.