magefeathers
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Teemo
The Swift Scout
"Captain Teemo, on duty!
Teemo's expression was unwavering when Veigar finally pointed the staff in the scout's face, wrenching his arm from Teemo's tight grasp. The pink maned yordle was far too busy observing as many of Veigar's reactions as he could to entertain any fearful reactions beyond the presence of the warming feeling. It confused the scout, that Veigar's reaction seemed more pained than fearful before, the mage's spiteful words rolling right off the scout's back. Rather than answering any questions, it seemed that Teemo was left with more conundrums than he began with, leaving him with a sour outlook on the entire situation. No, Veigar was never one for making sense and Teemo would have been a fool for thinking that this situation was any different. As the mage left the lounge, Teemo leaned against the wall once again, awaiting the judgement that would be passed in Noxus's favor no doubt. Eventually, a purple robed witch from the Institute came to speak on the behalf of the League, addressing the two champions that had lingered.
"Thank you both for staying. Our judgement will be sent to your city-states' leaders post haste." she explained, looking them both over. "Although Bandle City's attacks on Noxus camps has been claimed to have been in self-defense, it has been noted that such attacks have occurred outside of Bandle's jurisdiction, such as the Voodoo Lands, as well as the Kumungu and Plague Jungles. Therefore, any further clearing or attacks on Noxian camps outside of the Sablestone Mountains by Bandle will be considered an act of war and will not be tolerated by the Institute. Furthermore, Noxian intrusion on the southern side of the Sablestone Mountains will also be considered a violation of this pact and will be treated as such. Is that understood?"
Both Champions nodded, Teemo knowing better than to argue with the judgement of the League. Although it obviously did favor the victor in their battle on Summoner's Rift, it was still a fair judgement, one that Bandle could certainly settle for. With that, both Champions took their scrolls and made their leave. It was late at night and Teemo was greeted by the normal crowd at The Grey Mare Inn, but there were no sounds of celebration, no triumphant pats or 'atta boys'. It was perhaps the most solemn Teemo had ever seen the crowd, awaiting to hear what was in store for their city.
"....the judgement wasn't too bad. Our military is just forbidden from attacking Noxian camps north of the Sablestone Mountains." Teemo finally obliged, sounding just as defeated as the rest of the crowd looked. There was a small mumble of 'well, it could be worse's and 'you guys did your best'. It had been a little over three weeks since Veigar's last attack on Bandle City, though the patrons of the bar still welcomed their hero with welcome arms, albeit sullen faces. It was actually a refreshing change of pace for Teemo, the men and women no longer prying and begging him for stories, which worked just fine for seemingly modest scout. Teemo never enjoyed being in the lime light, but tolerated it for the sake of everyone in Bandle City wanting someone to go to, to call their savior, their hero. Perhaps now, three weeks after the incident it was finally registering with everyone that he was in fact capable of making mistakes, that he was only human....well, yordle after all. Teemo was happy listening to everyone's take on the match, most everyone agreeing 'What the hell was that summoner thinking in choosing Veigar to represent Bandle City?'.
Their conversations, stories and small amounts of laughter went long into the night, everyone eventually parting ways after getting their fill of one another for the night. It seemed that Tristana was still far too ashamed of her own performance in the game to confront Teemo about anything, the mention of a truce with Veigar being forgotten in light of Bandle City's predicament. With another week left to his leave of absence, Teemo made sure he was properly stocked and ready to go for whatever mission awaited him when he returned. Recon and intelligence gathering missions seemed like they would be on a fore front of things, drawing maps of where Noxian camps were possibly popping up to at least maintain awareness of their surroundings.
Although Teemo didn't like the idea of leaving Bandle City, knowing that Veigar hardly went more than a month before attacking their home again, he was assigned to lead a troop of four other scouts to pick out any traces of Noxian camps on their side of the mountains, a short and simply scouring mission for the time being. At least then they would be in close range in case the dark mage decided to make a move. Even after a week on patrol, the Badger was surprised to hear that things were peaceful as ever in Bandle City, reconstruction from the last attack almost being completed. Teemo knew better though, that it seemed like it just the quiet before the storm.
"That's gotta sting."