In the aftermath, Karthus and Kayle pledged the Vocalist’s Oath to return stronger than ever.
What followed was a drunken woe-off, a night of debauchery, gothic poetry and operatic singing that saw the men and women of the Slaughter Docks hurl themselves into the monster-filled ocean rather than listen to their maudlin duets. She heard the depthless well of misery in his despairing lyrics and knew Karthus alone could understand her own sorrow. A slow descent into madness and obscurity beckoned until the radiant form of Kayle arrived in Bilgewater. So Karthus toured the most squalid and foetid dive bars to sing at the drunken wakes of murdered pirates instead - what with grim dirges being a vast improvement on sea-shanties. This had an unexpected health benefit to natives of Bilgewater, as people started looking after themselves rather than have to put their families through such an ordeal. Karthus pitched up in Bilgewater, earning a crust as a hooded reciter of funeral dirges. As the rock of the mountain cascaded down, the band fled to the far corners of Runeterra to escape the wrath of Freljoridan battle queens and the raft of inevitable blood feuds. Yet for all the heart-rending emotion contained in her lyrics, none of her audiences could truly understand the depths of her woes, no one could hear the sorrow of her existence without immediately perishing.Īfter the disastrous end to their last live performance, where Mordekaiser destroyed the entirety of the Freljordian crowd, Karthus gave the fateful order for Olaf to drum the “Worldsplitter Rhythm” that sundered the land and brought down the icy realm’s highest peak upon Mordekaiser. But since each song was typically many hours long, they had time enough to put their affairs in order before death took them. The depthless sorrow of these operatic arias pierced the hearts of all who heard them and her listeners were frequently overcome with such overwhelming melancholy that they simply dropped dead at the end of her performance.
So rarefied was Kayle’s divine speech that she could only communicate via grand, symphonic metal operas that told of her plight. Planet Earth had failed to produced warriors of mettle, so she travelled to Runeterra in search of warriors of metal.
Gleaming in jagged warplate, she was a golden warrior goddess from a strife-torn world in search of allies to fight an epic war against the diabolical hordes of her faithless sister. These are just two of the legends of how Kayle came to walk among mortals. The war eternal, I assail the unassailableĬaught in the crossfire Overwhelming firepowerįathers and sons, their kin laid to wasteĪccounts of Kayle’s arrival in Runeterra variously speak of her borne by a fiery comet that split the sky, or straddling the girth of a glittering, serpentine dragon. Long have we fought to protect this placeĪ forgotten place inside the lonely tower In the shadows and the stories of the promised light You tried to break our will but you failedĭistant voices calling for the final fight My spirit broken and just memories remain
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