![]() ![]() Orlon became a beloved figure throughout the kingdom. She accompanied him to the site of the new settlement–an ambitious new nation called Demacia, where all were welcome, regardless of station or background, so long as they contributed to the good of the whole. She was never obsequious, questioning his decisions with an almost childlike innocence, as though she didn’t know she was supposed to meekly follow orders. In the training grounds, Poppy was an invaluable sparring partner–the only member of Orlon’s battalion who was unafraid to strike him. He became a mentor to her, and she a devotee to his cause. The introduction was a jarring one, with Orlon having just as many questions for Poppy as she had for him, but the two soon became inseparable. Where was Orlon going? Where did he come from? How did he assemble this meticulous band of travelers, and was there a place for a yordle in it? At that moment, she made the most important decision in her life: For the first time ever, she would reveal herself to a human, as this was the first time she’d ever felt a connection with one. Poppy’s mind was overwhelmed with questions. She heard them making plans to pull up stakes and head west to build a permanent settlement. At night, Poppy listened intently to his hushed discussions with the elders of the camp. He was not a large fellow, yet he swung his massive battle hammer with surprising alacrity. ![]() She observed Orlon as he led his soldiers in training exercises. She found herself following this shining commander, as if drawn to him by fate itself. It reminded Poppy of certain yordle charms, though again, without magic. If someone collapsed from exhaustion, he inspired them to get up. If someone became discouraged, he was there to remind them of why they pressed on. The man’s name was Orlon, and his presence seemed to stir the souls of everyone there. It was the group’s commanding officer, wearing a brigandine of gleaming steel plates, each piece overlapping, each an integral part of the whole. To Poppy, that was more marvelous than all the magic in the world.Īs Poppy watched the camp from the safety of her hiding place, her eyes caught the gleam of armor emerging from a tent. They acted in concert like the cogs of a gear, becoming something much larger and stronger than any single person could ever be. While yordles used their innate magic to fashion extraordinary things, these humans achieved equally astounding feats through coordination and discipline. They set up their camps and took them down with remarkable efficiency. ![]() They took their meals together every day at the same hour, always finishing within a few minutes. They all awoke at the exact same time each morning, roused by the sound of a watchman’s horn. Unlike the other travelers, these people seemed to move with purpose. One day, however, a different sort of caravan passed through. Many of the people there looked tattered and weary, but they stumbled on in pursuit of some ephemeral better life that might lie just beyond the horizon. This drive brought her to the human settlements of western Valoran, where she gazed in wonder at the caravans striping the countryside in an endless file. Feeling alienated by the chaotic whimsy of other yordles, she preferred to soak up stability and structure where she could find it. For as long as she could remember, she had been in search of a purpose. Most people would have abandoned the task long ago, but most people do not possess the pluck and resolve of this indomitable heroine. Each time she has attempted to pass the hammer on to a potential hero, the results have been disastrous, often ending in the warrior’s death. Though Poppy has searched the furthest corners of the kingdom for this legendary fighter, her quest has proven fruitless. Until then, she dutifully charges into battle, pushing back the kingdom’s enemies with every whirling strike.Īs legend describes it, this hero is the only person who can unlock the full power of the hammer and lead Demacia to true greatness. ![]() Bearing the legendary hammer of Orlon, a weapon twice her size, this determined yordle has spent untold years searching in secret for the fabled “Hero of Demacia,” said to be its rightful wielder. Runeterra has no shortage of valiant champions, but few are as tenacious as Poppy. ![]()
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