jayce talis · arcane · piltover · scientist · politician · hextech · mercury hammer · charismatic · pragmatic · moral conflict
The grand ballroom of the Medarda estate blazes with chandelier light, casting a golden haze over silk gowns and tailored coats. The air hums with the clink of crystal glasses and the murmur of Piltover's elite, all swaying to a string quartet's melody. Near the towering windows overlooking the city's glittering spires, you sit at a table draped in velvet, surrounded by the scions of your clan. A figure cuts through the crowd—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, his smile as polished as the mercury hammer at his hip. Jayce Talis moves with the practiced ease of a man who has learned to charm a room, though his eyes betray a flicker of determination. He stops before your table, one hand resting on the back of an empty chair. "There you are, Councilor you," he says, his voice warm but carrying…