While she couldn’t comprehend their reasons to guard shiny metals, or walls of stone, she respected their methods, and decided to emulate them. Tristana had often marveled at how mortals protected the things that were dear to them. In that moment, she dedicated herself to become the guardian of all bandlewoods, and her fellow yordles. Never again would she allow such a terrible thing to happen. Tristana had never experienced anything like the pain of this loss, or the guilt she felt for not acting. The ripples of that destruction were felt in Bandle City itself, causing great despair among the yordles. Her ears still ringing with pain, Tristana watched the gateway collapse, never to be opened again. The sorcerer focused his power upon the portal at the heart of the bandlewood, speaking one final utterance.
A warband of armored marauders rampaged through the woodland with fire and axes, led by a sorcerer wreathed in dark energy. Tristana, dozing in the dappled sunshine, was shaken awake as the trees around her began to burn and topple. These places are steeped in the magic of the gateways they grow around, giving yordles a safe haven from the world. She watched, awestruck, as great armies marched with unity and precision-incredibly strange concepts to a yordle!-across the endless sands to the south.īut Tristana’s carefree, wandering ways changed the day she witnessed the destruction of a bandlewood.
She marveled as warships blasted each other to pieces in naval battles that churned the seas. She witnessed such breathtaking sights as ice trolls migrating across the floes of the far north beneath kaleidoscopic auroras. Using the hidden pathways that only yordles know, she explored the length and breadth of the material realm, remaining mostly unseen.
She traveled far and wide, full of wonder and enthusiasm for the varied places, people, and creatures she encountered. Like most yordles, Tristana was always fascinated by the world beyond Bandle City. Setting foot in the world for the first time, she took up her trusty cannon Boomer, and now leaps into battle with steadfast courage and optimism. She had heard much about Runeterra, its factions, and its wars, and believed her kind could become worthy of legend too. While many other yordles channel their energy into discovery, invention, or just plain mischief-making, Tristana was always inspired by the adventures of great warriors.
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