CHAMP CONCEPT!!!! Vuran, The Frozen Wolf Passive- Juggernaut for every 3% of HP Vuran is Missing he gains 1% movement speed Skoll starts with 35% of Vurans HP and 50% of Stats (Can Crit)/ When Skoll is slain Vuran gains 15% Movement speed for 3 seconds Skoll has a 30 sec cool down and will be summon on next wolfbane cast Q- WolfsBane/ Vuran Throws his Gauntlet forward causing Skoll to attack the first enemy champion it Press Q again to call back Skoll W-Frozen Terror/ Varun lets lose a howl of nightmares causing enemys close to him to be feared for 1/1.25/1.5/1.75/2 Enemys within Varuns auto range are feared for double E-Passive/ Icebourne Blade- Each time Varun deals damage to an enemy they are slowed for 6% stacking up to 4 times for 5 seconds R/ Heart of Gold- Q is disabled and Fenrir is revived Gaining 110% of Varuns Movement speed 150% HP and 150% of Stats (Can Crit) For every 5% Missing hp from nearby enemys increases Varun/Skoll/Fenrir movement speed by 1% (Fenrir is controlled like Shaco ult) LORE- Varun was a simpleman but a master at the arts of hunting wondering through the frozen wastes of Freljord Running into an old friend Volibear, who spared Varans life as he promised to never slay an Intelligent creature in Freljord for sport. The leader of the Ursine told Varun about an anchient temple that had been uncovered by Olaf and the Lokfar. Vuran ventured deep into the frozen coast that the Lokfar inhabited. Upon reaching this temple the entrance seemed the be a door under a large tree seemingly made of bone and steel. The Hunter entered the domain unaware of what was waiting for him. Scatterd across the flor was fur blood and body after body claw and teeh marks riddled with Frostbite filled the lifeless remains of the lokfar. a glint of burning hate and anger filled a pair of eyes from across the room stood Olaf hovering over a creature of pure majesty. Vuran looked at the hulking mass of a dire wolf like no other he had ever seen. Varun recognized him as Fenrir, a myth of his people long since forgotten Olaf fled the the hidden lair. Leaving Vuran/ He crept up Sword drawn wery of what Fenrirs reaction might be. Fenrir growled in pain and angish. My children slain, you will and I will avenge my children and lay waste to the Lokfar. Vurans arm burning he dropped his sword and claps it as fenrir slowly melted away, pelts wrapped the hunters arm and shoulder turning flesh to Metal and Where his fist once was The burning look of revenge bound to the Hunter, awaiting his chance for revenge. As he left a Wolf pup ran from under a slain soldier and Fallowed Vuran. Between his lips a a skull, and the next shall be Olafs.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 20:05:12 +0000
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