Piltover

3:00

Near the Tower of the College of Techmaturgy

It was quite… amazing really, at least to the Wrath of Zaun, but Piltover was much richer in life compared to Zaun, and he found all of it amazing. The sites and buildings were not mere small shacks or broken down buildings. Their skies were not pulled with smog from all their factories or the infamous Gray that plagued Zaun, crime barely seemed to be here at all with all these finely dressed people walking along while keeping to themselves. The buildings were extravagant in colors, decoration, and culture along with the men and women who were all dressed in outfits that cost more than an entire house of citizens in the Sump combined! A part of him was rather amazed by this, just surprised by such things that Zaun didn't have.

That's when his expression darkened. These people had absolutely no idea as to how lucky they got when Zaun was sent downwards into the canyons and valleys below. The people in Zaun were practically lucky they survived and adapted but it wasn't for the best in Warwick's eyes. He had seen underneath the curtain of Zaun, despite how they prospered through their environment, and he was always disgusted and angered by it, and of who he was before. He snarled and felt the pneumatic claws begin to slowly extend, almost as if he was ready to let loose of the control he had before he suddenly stopped and gripped his head.

'No… not here, and not now. Calm down, no blood, no monsters, just you,' He chanted as if it were a mantra, slowly stopping from his walk forward.

As he opened his eyes again he looked up to see another tall building standing in front of him, along with the other few around him. He was unused to being in an environment that he had absolutely no idea where to go compared to Zaun, where he knew the routes, shortcuts, and secret passages like the back of his own claws. He looked around the area to see the general population doing their things, a child with a hex-tech ballerina in hand, a toy of some sorts, and a few men, scientists and scholars by the looks of it, merely chatting near the door of what seemed to be a building for… research or a library?

Without any cause or thoughts he crouched below, his tail swishing behind and slightly knocking the hide he had worn around him, a bit loose and as he jumped he felt air run through his fur and a small weight lifted from his back as he landed on top of the building with a slight stretch of the shoulders. He walked back to the edge and peaked down to see that his hide was gone and laying below, and when he was going to go get it he paused.

'Do I really need a disguise? I've never been ashamed of what I am, so why should I act so now? If they want to see and insult a monster, then let at it, I ain't killing anybody… for now.' With his thoughts clear he began to walk through the rooftop and examine the areas below, hopefully to map out any sights and locations. He reached into his pockets and picked up the rolled up parchment, unrolling it to see the nearest city or place that would be most interesting to visit. As he was exploring the map his ears suddenly perked and his nose twitched as a new smell filled his snout that began to rapidly sniff the air.

He suddenly crumpled up the map in his haste and jammed it into his pockets before beginning to follow this strange scent. It smelled similar to some sort of… bomb? He was able to smell more than just blood and what he was smelling was a bomb and something else he had never really dealt with inside one, something used to decorate? He shook his head and leapt onto the nearest rooftop, the crowds unaware of the beast leaping above their heads, landing on both feet as he kept on running in bipedal form, but after a while the scent began to grow bigger.

This wasn't his concern, he only ever cared for Zaun and Zaun only, but right now if bombs went off and killed people then the blood that would follow would lure him in and he could never resist the scent of blood. He looked down the next rooftop and found the smell leading up to what appeared to be a clock tower. He didn't pause and slid down a triangular roof and leapt off onto the next one, using his claws to grip onto the edge of the roof to flip himself over and onto all fours where he began run up to 60 miles per hour. As he got closer he could hear the faintest sound of giggles and multiple voices, but the voices belonged to one person, so either he was dealing with a madman here, or they were all very good at disguising their voices.

He rushed forward to the top of the clock tower, climbing up the tower with his claws digging into the structure with ease, and as he kept on climbing he began to hear wind-up noises and once he made it to the top he extended his pneumatic claws to claw his way through the structure until he heard laughing and the sound of moving feet at a rather fast pace, faster than most people which surprised him, and before he knew it he began to hear a faint ticking and he leaned his head against the clock to hear, and then it dawned onto him. Just as he was about to leap back and land onto the streets the top of the clock tower exploded, sending Warwick flying with a howl of rage but he managed to spot a small form below running faster than the criminals he usually ran from him and that was all he saw before he suddenly collided with the streets below and began rolling through them, a pained growl escaping every now and then, before he managed to drag his claws down and regain his balance.

The engineered beast growled in pain as he felt shards of earth and steel slowly dig their way out of his skin, the wounds closing up with an alchemical glow, before standing back up on both legs and looking around, seeing multiple people staring at him with a mix of fear and outrage, but before he could do anything he began to hear what sounded like pounding feet and looked around with a growl, and there!

Blue hair…

With a snarl he leapt onto the ground on all fours and began running after the assailant with a roar that shook the people in fear, even causing a few men to faint, and ran after her while a thought reached his mind, 'These Piltovans can't even stand a roar? They should hear my howl…,' he thought quickly before dashing through a cabbage cart, much to the dismay of a vendor there who had come for trade, and skidding to the side before rushing forward through a group of people and knocking them to the floors, ignoring their feared cries as he ran on. Whoever they were had proved to be fast, but he was gaining on them and he would leap if necessary but right now he didn't care, as long as he got to the person who had practically blown him across a few blocks due to a bomb!

"You can't run," he shouted and even then his voice scared the people as he smashed through a cart of fruit, looking around with a growl. He saw the form and finally saw that it was a female judging by how thin she was but she had blue hair covering a bit of her back, but the weapon on it was clear as day. He suddenly lunged and after that it all came to a screeching halt as his victim shouted.

Blue Haired Psychopath

AKA

Jinx

Okay, so maybe today didn't go out exactly as planned for one of her latest surprises for Piltover once more! Now today she had just gotten set up for a new plan and had visited one of the clock towers to set up a trigger wide explosion, however the other explosions would be automatically triggered within the next ten minutes which would actually set up paint bombs that would use the opening and splatter the opened areas with pink, blue, and GREEN colors that would rain down!

Just as her first tower went off she heard the unmistakable howl of a dog, now she almost felt kind of bad! Dogs were fun little guys, always slobbering all over you, making a mess of the yard, did she even have a yard, and easy to distract! However, she soon heard the sounds of screams and women fainting, so she kind of ignored Fishbones there, and looked back only to raise an eye as she witnessed…

A furry hamster?

Just as she was taking the usual new and fun routes, she usually made entrances and new alleys by blowing up stuff, it was legal of course thanks to the book she read, two pages really and she only looked at pictures of bombs, she could only look back to see a giant furred hamster smack dab right into her, knocking her back into the middle of a few wealthy men and women, what a bunch of nerds just staring as if they didn't see a hamster and a girl hug it out.

"Now I think we should apologize for the dog," Fishbones said and she immediately punched the side of it before she found her arms pinned down and a snarling maw of sharp teeth edging closer to her, but a mere grin was all she gave and she waved her right hand a bit with a laugh and began to explain her story, much to the hamster's annoyance.

"And that's what I was doing! Now do you wanna know what I had for breakfast, lunch, or what I am going to have for dinner! Actually, I was going to go do one of the usual chases with fat hands and her lady friend, hat lady! Oh! Wait! Maybe you want to meet Fishbones now and maybe you can be friends, or do you wanna go blow stuff up with me, but you don't got the blowing stuff up look about you really, and frankly I don't see Jinx going alongside a giant furred hamster with a soda machine on his back." She pointed out much to the greater annoyance of the big blue hamster that was now foaming at the mouth at this point.

She smiled brightly at the big blue hamster, man he seemed really full with those soda pumps in his body, but he just suddenly groaned and fell off of her and onto the side. His body began to writhe as he clawed at his head, the scratches healing slowly back up and he was now practically muttering up names and others.

She didn't take the time to watch because she wasn't like every little comic hero that waited for the bad guys to charge an attack or transform, she was a genius! In an instant she flipped back onto her feet and was on the run, just on time too with the PPD already making their way here.

Warwick

He didn't expect an entire five minutes of talking from the girl and it only got worse as she kept on going and going! 'She's definitely not a Piltovan, I doubt they have the creativity to have someone like her and her scent is definitely from below, Zaun of course, but there's something about her, something that just… Wait what?!' He suddenly felt a ringing in his head and growled and widened his eyes as he suddenly felt another memory fill the void that was his mind, usually memories from recent times and Singed cutting him up with a scalpel as he was strapped down.

He saw… a girl just looking at him and shouting something, a name, but he didn't know what and only groaned and growled as the memory came in stronger than the rest of his memories which he was able to shrug off like nothing during his battles, but for some reason this girl was triggering it worse than any he had gotten before.

"Let me forget!"

He suddenly felt a weighted object slam into his chemical chamber and in an instant his eyes were open as he let loose a mighty howl that scared off most of the citizens that were in proximity and tore off the net with ease. Within a few moments he now knew what it was and began tearing at the object which was a net, obviously meant for capture.

He clamped his jaws through the tick rope and tore it to shreds as his pneumatic claws flexed and slashed through it, his other claw tearing away the remaining pieces of net to the side. He was about to go off and confront whoever did it before his ears twitched and he moved back, a smoking hole a few feet away.

"ATTENTION! I ASK THAT YOU GET ON THE GROUND WITH YOUR HANDS… UM CLAWS UP RIGHT THIS INSTANT! THAT WAS ONLY A WARNING SHOT! GET DOWN NOW!"

It was a firm feminine assertive voice with a slight accent to it, although at this point it didn't matter to him since he was just shot at. He flexed his claws and the beast growled only to see men filling up the streets with shields up and weapons in hand surround him on both sides of the road, the alley behind him also being covered up. He looked back to where the blue haired girl was but found her gone, he didn't have much time to talk about this before he the wall a few feet away blew down and right in front of him stood a woman with pink hair and large metal gauntlets.

He knew this was going to end in a blood bath if he got into a fight but right now it wasn't going so well. He snarled and stepped forward, the amount of men that surrounded him all backing away and unsure of what to do, but he could practically smell the fear that oozed from them, and as for Vi? He swiftly turned his head to the deserter of Zaun and person they could have used, but instead she fights for the Pilties? These people practically had no problems besides the few chem-punks they had but those were Zaun's pranksters, people he didn't kill as much but a few went above the line.

He let loose a primal howl and in an instant the men were firing off bullets while Vi, surprisingly, widened her eyes and faltered for a bit, her raised fists lowered into a defensive guard and in that moment Warwick leapt into the air as the bullets struck the other man ahead of them, their shields blocking the shots, but a few grazing their skin through their uniforms.

"VI! We need to catch him! All units pursue target! Target is a large…"

Warwick didn't bother listening and landed on the rooftop ahead of him and rushed onto all fours. His ears twitched and he leapt to the right, avoiding a bullet that would have smacked dab right into his skin. He didn't turn back and instead kept on pushing himself forward as he ran off which served to prove these men weren't going to be able to keep up with him and their sniper would be left trying to shoot a target that could hear the bullet and dodge so he was good to go and run off, maybe find some place to hide…

He looked behind him and saw nobody pursuing and stopped momentarily, focusing his sense of smell and hearing around him and after hearing nothing he sighed in relief, but it was obvious they were going to keep searching until they found him. Wasn't there some abandoned building around? Maybe somewhere he could camp out or hide at? He wasn't exactly so sure by the looks of practically every building being lively, full of craftsmanship, and everywhere being full of people.

He stopped after landing what was close to being a clock tower connected to a building below, except it was old, worn down, and boarded up to the point an apocalypse couldn't penetrate it. The boards and walls were littered with graffiti of varying kinds, but most revolved around Zaun from what he could tell from above. He looked around and saw a feel railings and the tower from above that was out of commission, it seemed like it had been worn down by the years that had finally taken their toll on the old structure.

"Of course I get the shit hole with practically no places to hide at!" He shouted and slammed his claws onto the roof, cracking it ever so slightly, until it began to crumble and the augmented chimera could only stare in surprise before he fell down a hole and into the dark room below.

His body slammed into a sturdy object and he bounced off of it and onto his stomach, groaning as he slowly got back up and looked at the newly made skylight he had just made by smashing his hands into the roof. He cracked his neck lightly and looked around only to see a very strange room of sorts, or what looked to be it anyways.

The room didn't have much windows but it did have a few sets of furniture around, some dusty old leather chairs, a few couches that were covered in sheets, along with tables and a lot of old toys and a little monkey plush doll, but what he landed on surprised him the most. He was looking at crates but not just any crates, crates full of explosives! He grabbed one of the crates and pried it apart carefully to see multiple bombs, some sort of grenade, and other ingredients within along with scraps and other materials, what he could guess was that they would be used to forge and create new explosives.

"The hell kind of clock tower is stocked up on weaponry? Did Zaun come here too?" He practically growled out before the creaking of stairs caught his attention.

His eyes immediately widened and he began to look around for a place to hide but realized that even if he could his form the chemical chamber would give away his position because it glowed! In a dim spot like this he would be given away in an instant and whoever was here would either end up shooting him, which would not only trigger him but end up possibly exposing his location, and then going into a frenzy, or just call the authorities which also wasn't exactly the best idea either.

He immediately took cover behind a couch and pulled up one of the sheets as fast as he could. With a quick tug he pulled it over the chemical chamber which dimmed the light down enough, especially since he lied on his side now but his body was ready to move in an instant. The footsteps grew louder as time passed by, their sound making Warwick subconsciously extend his pneumatic claws that were soon fully pushed out, ready to just tear into the flesh of an enemy, ready to cut them down where they stood, and when he could just feel their bodies curl over it, the feeling of dominance, of lust for blood, and…

"AND WE ARE HOME FISHBONES! It's good to be back to my old home in Piltover! Right where the pizzas are hot, the chairs are comfy, and the explosives are waiting to be used!" A familiar and feminine voice said with a cackle afterwards and before he knew it the door smacked into the wall with a rebounding CLANG noise that echoed throughout the building.

"Why can't we save up money and just retire and live a nice happy life again?" Fish bones said with a sad and tired tone.

"What's the fun in sleeping when I can blow stuff up!? Plus, what money? Who is going to hire a blue haired beautiful little damsel like myself in a city like this? Not to mention I have a doctor's appointment this Thursday and that just shows them that I can't handle office space! Also, another plus here, you do know I can replace you, right?" There a thud later on, and a slight wince from said girl who was quietly muttering ouch repeatedly before suddenly hopping onto her couch with a sigh.

"Um, Jinx?" The rocket launcher asked the girl who yawned after another hard day's work at spreading mayhem throughout Piltover!

"Yes, Fishbones?"

"Um… did you open the explosives crate?"

She smirked and waved her hand away, as if dissing Fishbones, and snorted. "Please, what am I going to do with just one crate of explosives when I used half the crate today?"

"Because doesn't that mean someone is in your secret hide out? Won't that mean most of your explosives are going to be confiscated and we'll be arrested? Also doesn't this couch usually have a sheet like the rest?"

Jinx paused and held a hand up to her chin before looking to the left right where her crate of explosives were and whoa and behold there it was. The explosives were littered about and with them came the materials she used to forge more Flame Chompers and the missiles she used for Fishbones and while this may be concerning to most people, even she should be since she didn't tend to open up any of her supplies unless it was necessary, buuuuuut…

"Welp, it happened, someone is here. Alright! If anybody is here, I promise I won't shoot you If you come out!"

Jinx said this as she quickly pulled out Zap and giggled a bit, tip toeing around the room and pulling off sheets from various furniture while also looking under the table, desks, chairs, and the couch she sat on before.

It was then she got a glimpse of a putrid glow of sorts from behind the couch and quietly climbed onto it before peaking over at the source and looking at a large lump on the ground, and a bushy blue tail popping out and curling back into the cover of a white sheet. She smiled brightly and leaned down to rip the sheet away and look at the deadpanned face of Warwick before pointing Zap right at his forehead.

"…The name's Jinx! Rhymes with Jinx, and you're the big furry doggy who was chasing me for lewd things!" She practically mocked the chimeric beast and pressed the gun against his forehead which gave to a growl directed at her, but she ignored it, however a part of her saw something those yellow eyes…

A beast hiding behind them, waiting to claw at her, to tear her flesh off, to eviscerate her, and to make her another… It was…

"I can't even understand what you mean by that, but if you shoot I'm telling you now that won't end well for you or me. Unless you want me to let loose then you better remove that gun from my head. Now." He growled at her and bared his fangs, snarling and watching her think on this before she holstered the small electrical weapon onto her side and smiled at him.

"Soooooo, you're in my secret base! What are you here for? Money? Bombs? Guns? Oh, wait, I know! You want a CHEWTOY!" She said and began to scavenge through the crates before pulling out a squeaky ball and tossing it at him.

Warwick had just ascended and stood on both feet before a rubber ball was tossed. Before he could stop himself he lunged forth with his jaws and chomped onto the ball, breaking it in an instant once his teeth penetrated the rubber and made a popping noise. Silence filled the room as Jinx stared impassively at what had just occurred, she really assumed it would have just bonked him on the schnozz, the nose, and she would get a small laugh out of it but he actually went for it.

Meanwhile the Engineered Beast himself was not exactly feeling all that good since he just gave in to one of his baser instincts, sure he let loose and didn't care for control when hunting but that was something different altogether, and just chewing on a ball like a mangy mutt was not exactly the greatest thing for his image, but then again if people even heard of this somehow, he wanted this girl to pipe down despite how much she talked and he still felt the headache she gave him lingering around there somewhere, so as long as this gets left alone everything would be fine.

"HAHAHA! OH MY GODS! YOU ACTUALLY BIT IT! HAHAHAHAHA! YOU ARE SUCH A DOG! A DOG! OH MY GODS IT'S TOO FUNNY! THE FACE! OH MAN, LOOK AT YOUR FACE! IT'S SO FUCKING HILARIOUS! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, HAHAHAHAHA!" She practically shouted as the girl fell down onto her back and began to laugh, rolling from side to side uncontrollably as Warwick looked on with an eye twitching irritably and his pneumatic claws extended slowly with every waking moment, thoughts on if it would be okay to let loose just this once…

Just this once.

Five Minutes of Torture

"…SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Warwick shouted and went to grab the girl by her throat before she rolled over to the side and pushed herself off the floor and onto her feet where she smirked at Warwick and gave him a big warm hug, much to his annoyance as he now tried to push her away.

"Awwwww, I knew you cared! Now why are you here in my home? Don't you have… dog things to do?" She asked him and plopped down onto the couch, setting Fishbones down onto her lap as she began to tinker around with the rocket launcher, popping open the jaws to dig inside and pulls out a few screws, bugs, and what seemed to be a cupcake…

"I'm talking to a crazy woman who probably won't even understand me. Why bother with an explanation if you are going to forget it or just ignore it all together." He said with a dead pan gaze as he looked down at her, watching how she seemed so focused on the rocket launcher until she grinned.

"You think I'm crazy," she asked the dog and gave him a sassy wink and chuckling a bit, "You should see my sister, so much worse, and way more insane than I am. I'm crazy, but she's insane, get me?"

He could feel something pop in his head but he knew that was possibly the small amounts of brain cells dying from this. She had a sibling? A living, blood filled, and talking person that was related her? Not to mention worse? Warwick slapped a claw to his snout and grumbled curses under his breath, tossing over a table in frustration as he dealt with these words.

"Anyways, Jinx," he stressed her name a bit since he was unused to this and as much as he wanted to get out and run he was just seen as a beast a few hours back and risking himself now could be flawed, but he would go by daybreak tomorrow. "I was currently seen a few hours back when I jumped you an-"

"Oh when you wanted to do weird Ionian things to me!?" She piped in and Warwick tilted his head before shaking away the confusion.

"And I am worried that if I go out now I am going to be seen, shot at, and if that happens then let's just say this city is going to see some brutality unknown to anyone but Zaun… I want to avoid that but I can't go now or else. Well you get the idea as it is," he sighed and smacked his claws onto his head.

"Meh, you can stay here for now until you got to leave. Hat lady and fat hands are going to be on the watch with more patrols than usual with your giant furry body out there and that nightlight attached to your back, so you are going to have to wait out today and tomorrow and after that they should be seeing one of my latest pranks," Jinx said with a fit of laughter before a furry hand covered her mouth.

"…I listened to you laugh for five minutes straight, and I will not let the rage take over just because you keep laughing. Thanks for the offer though," his stomach grumbled at that exact moment and Jinx smirked at him while he pat his stomach.

By now he would have had meat in his jaws, and by meat he meant the flesh of criminals and monsters he chewed into. Considering he was not in Zaun to do his usual hunting he was subjected to some hunger as of now, and he doubted he could go outside to get food right now, especially if it meant finding some animal. There was no way this city had random pets and animals here unless they were in a house.

"Is the dog hungry? I've got some sandwiches up in the tower if you want any, but it's only baloney and ham… Okay, I lied, mostly ham since I ate all the baloney." Jinx offered, and confessed, and he graciously took her up on that offer and followed her up to the tower.

Once they finished walking up the stairs and feeling the cool metal beneath his feet they found themselves in the clock tower that had broken down a great many years back, still not demolished at all. The outside wasn't boarded up and you could see a faint outline of the hands of the clock outside. Meanwhile the room inside had a sleeping bag set to the side, a wooden table full of papers, crayons, and a toy monkey…

For some reason Warwick felt a pang in his head, like something was ringing, as if another memory…

BAMF

Warwick yelped as something soft and squishy smacked dab right into his snout. He caught the object in his claws before it could fall to the floor and already he could smell the scent of meat on the object and lifted it up to his eyes, looking at a ham sandwich. He looked at Jinx who had pulled out a few plastic bags of sandwiches, hundreds at least, and pulled one out for herself, eating them with a smile and dangling her legs off of the table.

"So, Zaun, huh? From my neck of the woods, or in this case, neck of the pipes, eh?" She asked with a chuckle and he could only give a small nod before he tore into the sandwich like an animal, tearing apart the bread and practically going at it once his taste buds got in contact with the ham.

"You know, for a dog, you are pretty weird as far as things go. I mean the ears are so much longer, and the tail feels a bit poofy for my tastes, and then your teeth. You look like some sort of vampire with those oversized dentures stuck in that trap of yours, but why are you here in Piltover anyways?"

Warwick paused for a bit before finishing up his sandwich, basically chucking the entire thing into his jaws and quickly chewing and swallowing it all, before looking back to Jinx after gulping down the food. Why did he want to do this? What part of him wanted to leave Zaun, where the scumbags lived, where the murderers and rapists walked every day in plain sight, where…

He stopped as he felt the chemical chamber almost activate and paused in relief, breathing deeply as his heart rate slowed down and the thoughts of blood left, but they would always linger.

"I'm just here because… Because I want to see it all, to see past all the blood, just once… I want to see it all just once and then accept it. I'm a monster, nothing will ever change that, but for once in my life I want to see something that isn't full of monsters and blood." He looked at his claws and clenched them gently before looking back to Jinx who looked rather attentive now.

"I'm going to see what I can see and after that it's back to Zaun until I've hunted all the monsters down or drove them out. Either way, I can't save all of Zaun," his claws were raised before they popped forth immediately.

"And I don't want to."

After that it went on and on with questions until it was already midnight! They had asked each other some small things, but Warwick had one question as he curled up on the floor while Jinx slipped into her sleeping bag with a large pillow shaped to resemble a shark clutched to her side.

Who was she?

She triggered memories that were only ever triggered by the killing and screams, but the only person there earlier that day was her, and she seemed to cause some sort of massive trigger that had never happened before for as long as he roamed Zaun. It was just never something he had gotten and his first day in Piltover and she triggers it? What could it mean? Could she be…?

"Good pillow…" Suddenly two pale arms wrapped around his body and the beast found Jinx hugging and wrapping her legs around his front. He widened his eyes a bit and was ready to push her away before she mumbled a few words that stopped him immediately…

"Please don't leave me again…" She whispered in her sleep and for once the beast could not simply push away the girl.

Jinx was crazy, definitely, but there seemed to be a part of her somewhere of who she was before. He simply closed his eyes and placed an arm on her back and held her to his chest, the green glow dimmed as always. He sighed gently and slowly began to let sleep take him.

Jinx was going to fucking be a pain in the side.

But a side of him felt like he could endure it just to be around her.

A/N; So there we go, a bit of an encounter with Piltover's famous figures and one of Zaun's own infamous criminals throughout Piltover, Jinx! Now I know some of you may be popping out pairings, ships, or theories on the thing between Warwick and Jinx and that is because I know there is something up. One of Warwick's new taunts is towards Jinx and it is, "Let me forget", along with "You were there." So this shows that Warwick, who he was before, knew Jinx and this could have a lot of possibilities such as adopted father, a figure who once scarred Jinx by killing her family, or a romantic interest. These are all unknown but I lean towards adopted father…

A part of me likes Jinx and Warwick but let's be god damn honest here. That would be a step to far, but who knows. I might even make a small ship between the two and start a new race of shipping, but you can ship anyone here so wtf not? Anyways I hope you liked this chapter starting in Piltover and that was okay. I'll be doing some research for the other City States, while reading up on the Demacia lore, even though I hate Demacia because LUX ALWAYS STUNS ME! Anyways, hope you follow, favorite, and enjoy. Peace out!