In times immemorial, it has been a sin for an assassin to fall for the target. The forbidden fruit that makes our judgment clouded, hearts race with adrenaline, often rocked by the waves of a stormy sad sea.  It all began with a simple assignment to strip the void staff from a so called "master of evil". The officials of Bandle city declared the creature as an enemy of the state, sending their best after him, Teemo the swift scout. The young yordle was chosen specifically for his tenacity on the battlefield; his childish glee when taking a life.

Teemo gathered his accouterments for the slaying. Several Ajunta poison tipped darts adorned the inner lining of his haversack.  Deeper still were the very fungi that the toxin was derived, ready to be planted like land mines should the need arise. "Teemo," Twisting his head the scout saw Colonel Sabrackr,"This wont be like any of your other targets, He's quite lethal. You're sure you want the assignemt?" The glutton of a man stood there wearing an expression of disbelief, stroking along his mustache with index and thumb.