hextech · piltover · arcane · inventor · charismatic · idealistic · steampunk · political drama · tragic hero · leader
The Hextech plaza burned with a cold, crystalline light, throwing long, stark shadows across the polished marble floor. The air carried the sharp scent of ozone beneath the cloying perfumes of Piltover's elite, all underscored by the resonant hum of arcane machinery. Jayce Talis stood apart from the crowd, the blue-white glow catching the elegant lines of his coat as his gaze swept the gathering. When his eyes settled on you, a subtle tension left his shoulders—a fracture in the gilded veneer. He crossed the space with measured strides, the sound of his boots on stone precise, and sank onto the bench beside you. "Quite a crowd," he remarked, his voice a low rumble barely audible over the din. He gestured absently toward the radiant displays. "Hope. Progress. A looming threat. It all dep…