Teemo, the Swift Scout
Bandle City. A quaint looking settlement tucked snug within a valley. It's inhabitants consisted of Yordles, small, cute-looking furry creatures. At first glance, they seem as if they could pose no threat to anyone. But this is not true. Yordles possess creative minds, and as such, some of them develop tremendous skills in science and engineering, rocketing these unique individuals into fame.
One such individual who skyrocketed towards legend is Teemo, the Swift Scout. However, Teemo is no inventor. No, Teemo chose a different life. He instead joined boot camp to enlist in the ongoing defense of Bandle City. His deeds while in service earned him his colleagues respect, and for some, their concerns.
While they were grateful for his ongoing defense of their home, something about Teemo is off. He was not like the others in service with him. Teemo has a genuine warm personality that makes him extremely likable, but when he is in action, a change overcomes him. He becomes deadly serious, and and is extremely proficient at killing.
He often insists on solo missions, of which Yordles are not extremely fond of due to their irrepressible nature, and is remarkably efficient at them. Even as a young recruit, Teemo had this "switch" in drill instructors were disconcerted at the sudden change that overcomes him when combat drills or practices begin.
His record of success against infiltrators from outside nations and foreign powers as marked him as one of the most dangerous Yordles alive, but you would never know it until you saw him in action.
For years, he has defended Bandle City, and he still will for years to come. Even now, he defends it, even though you can't see him. He watches from the shadows and shade, and if he perceives you to be a threat...
You will not see the light of day again.
Night settled over Bandle City. The moon cast a soft, pale glow upon the homes and houses of its inhabitants. All of Bandle City went to bed after a long day of drinking, joking, working, and playing. All of Bandle City is sleeping...
Except one.
Teemo was perched high up in a tree at the entrance to the valley where Bandle City resided. If anybody wanted to get to Bandle City on foot, they had to go through this path. There was no other way to get into the valley, unless you could fly, but only Piltover and Bandle City had blueprints to create flying machines.
Tucked into the nook between two branches, Teemo stared out into the flatland before him, his eyes roving all the land he saw. He soaked the information in, processing every little detail his sharp eyes could make out. Once he was satisfied, he relaxed, his back flat against the trunk of the tree, and tucking one of his lethal darts into the side of his cheek, he half-closed his eyes, resting, but still alert.
Nothing would harm Bandle City this night. Teemo was on watch.
Teemo stiffened briefly. Movement on the flatlands. It was imperceptible to most, but not to the Swift Scout. He quickly began mentally judging the size of the dust cloud being kicked up, calculating for distance and height, and possible mounts. He bit his lip in frustration.
Rrr. I was never good at this type of mental calculation.
He turned his full attention back to the dust cloud. He snorted softly.
Besides, if it turns out to be someone who intends to cause harm to Bandle City, I'll make sure they never make it to the valley floor.
He leaned back against the tree and brought out his haversack. He rummaged through his belongings before he brought out a small picture. It had a crease in the middle, and was ripped around the edges, but the picture itself was in good condition. It was of him and Tristana, the Yordle Gunner. Teemo had recently become friends with her, the solitude beginning to overwhelm him. he had sought a refuge, and Tristana had offered him sanctuary. When she was around, Teemo started to feel more like an actual person, and less of a killing machine.
He sighed wistfully, and slipped the picture back in his pack. He glanced up and saw the dust cloud had gained considerable ground.
"Must have been reminiscing longer than i thought." He murmured quietly.
Now that it was closer, his keen eyes could make out the source of the disturbed dirt. Teemo's eyes widened fractionally in surprise, his face a still mask. Teemo stood up in the tree, twirling his blowgun nonchalantly, and dropped down out of the tree via climbing rope. He turned away, and started heading down into the valley, intending to find a place to quietly observe on the valley floor.
He broke off into a job abruptly. He would need to be in position before they got here if he is to do his duty to Bandle City. Trouble was coming.