Tahm Kench: Discord on the Rift
AN: Hey everyone, I'm KawaiiPyro here with my first story for a champion I see as under-represented in the Fanfiction world, Tahm Kench! This is my first try at a league fanfiction, so any reaction, positivie or constructive feedback, is appreciated. Thanks, and enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Swamp-thing's Song
""Boy, the world's one river and I'm its king." "Ain't no place I ain't been. Ain't no place I can't go again.""
The murky, thick water of the swamp-town's central canal glimmered half-heartedly in the moon's glow, the patches of light blocked by the heavy, damp leaves that swayed in the warm summer breeze. These winds travelled with the haste of the river itself, crawling and whistling through the trees in a way that almost would sound like music to a being desperate, or foolish, enough to be out at this time of the night.
The solitary source of light besides the moon's glow was a gently smouldering ruin of what would, at one point, have been a sturdy manor-house, overlooking the murky green water. The water-stained timbers told of a construct built to last, but all was silent in the swamp besides a gentle tune, which seemed to originate from the pontoon overlooking the water.
The glinting of a number of various trinkets and knick-knacks revealed the form of a strange, catfish-like humanoid, who was seated on the pontoon with his tongue outstretched, strumming away a tune on his oversized tongue. The alluring cacophony ended with a harsh note, and the beast smiled it's jagged, oversized smile as the sound whispered away on the wind.
"So cry if you want boy, 'cause you had a chance to walk away. Instead you're the fool, the fool who let me in."
The creature smirked to itself, looking down at its generous gut, showing his satiation with his last meal. What had been more satisfying then uttering those words to the foolish boy who had "let him in", the creature wasn't sure of. The devouring of his one true love, or the "accidental" burning down of his house before he finished the boy off. It cackled to itself, the noise breaking the silence of the river like a glass shattering. A few stray swamp-birds took flight, cawing in protest at the loud noise.
The creature looked down at the various rings and an especially charming hat he had procured from the boy's cadaver…. Or, what was left of it. He never was one for eating leather or metal trinkets. At besides, he thought as he slid a large golden ring onto his index finger, what would be the purpose of wasting such fine creations?
A single, solitary scrap of parchment caught the creature's eye. What was that doing polluting his kingdom? He darted his tongue out, stretching it a good ten feet to pluck up the paper and deposit it in his hand. He unfurled it while gently working a scrap of satin from his yellowed teeth. His pus-yellow eyes winded as he read, and his previously nutral expression grew into one of malice, and planning. With a sigh, he heaved himself to his stubby feet, looking around for the castoff leather jacket, undershirt and bracers of the boy. Why let such fine garments go to waste when he had such plans to put into action? With a plan in his mind and his song in his heart, the creature did a strangely nimble spin and plummeted into the water of the river, leaving nothing but a light ripple and a scrap of paper falling to the floor of the pontoon in its wake. The sodden paper revealed its inked message in the light of the moon.
"Summoners from Noxus and Demacia will meet in the Institute of War to hold a grand stand battle in the League of Legends in two weeks, to decide the fate of lands currently in conflict between Noxus and Demacia. Emotions will run high as another clash between these two great rivals! Tensions will run between every city-state, could this start a new war or will the Institute's uneasy peace be kept?"
The scrap of newspaper read, before fluttering away on the now silent breeze, leaving only the ruins of the Gambler Tahm Kench's former life.