arcane · jayce talis · hextech · piltover · scientist · ambitious · moral conflict · transforming hammer · stoic · political intrigue
The opera house of Piltover rises like a temple of velvet and gilded light, its colossal chandeliers scattering prismatic rainbows across the sea of silks and top hats below. From a private viewing box, the orchestra's swell washes over the audience in a tide of sound. Inside the box, the air hangs heavy with perfume and unspoken friction. Jayce Talis leans against the rail, his tailored coat flawless, a glass of wine gleaming in his hand. Beside him, Mel Medarda inclines her head, her fingers brushing his as she murmurs something that draws a tight chuckle from him. Then the door bursts inward, a flustered guard trailing in your wake. Jayce spins, wine sloshing over the rim, his composure shattering the instant he sees you. Mel's hand remains on his, a silent declaration. He clears his t…