League of Legends
by Percieval
Veigar is a yordle, not that somebody managed to see beneath the fog he always keeps on hiding his face and the robes with more metal than cloth on them. Already born with a very low patience and almost no will to socialize, the tortures and the horrors of the Immortal Bastion left him scarred quite heavily. How could a place like that turn something so intrinsically good as a yordle into a creature that lives through and for hatred? He had plans, now shattered like his mind thanks to the suffering inflicted on him by the Iron Revenant. Now, he wanders off Runeterra in search of powerful magic artefacts to gain the power necessary to complete his quest: becoming the Master of Evil. Perhaps this is just a way to cloud his mind while trying to cope with the traumas. This land will pay for all the suffering he went through, that's the only certainty the yordle has in his rotten heart. The mage is currently fighting his way through the freezing wind of the Freljord to retrieve some artefact when he ends up meeting a man which seems different from the others, intelligent and quick in seeing what great villain he has before him. Veigar doesn't know it yet, but the two will become very close. Unfortunately, not in a painless way.
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Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence · Cute · Developing Friendships · Fluff and Humor· +40 more