Bard travels through realms beyond the imagination of mortal beings. Some of Valoran's greatest scholars have spent their lives trying to understand the mysteries it embodies. This enigmatic spirit has been given many names throughout the history of Valoran, but titles such as Cosmic Vagabond and Great Caretaker only capture a fleeting aspect of his true purpose. When the unknowable structure of the universe is threatened, Bard steers all existence away from utter annihilation.
- Bard Mountain
Noxian troops tried to capture Bard Mountain and obtain a Celestial artifact guarded by the Ionians of the floating villages. During the battle, the village sage rushed to take the artifact atop one of the Mountain Shrines, but Noxian arrows mortally wounded him before he could get there. As a last act of defiance, the sage used the artifact to strike his would-be killer, in the process obliterating him as well as slicing a nearby mountain in half, effectively failing in his duty to not use the artifact for destruction. 
This misuse of the egg-looking artifact's power drew a Celestial's attention, who promptly intervened by hurrying to the site, retrieving the artifact and evacuating it from the mortal plane before the Noxians and/or Ionians could use the egg for war. A constellation appeared in the night sky shortly after.
- The Wonder Above
- An elderly Ionian (the child being carried by a relative by the end of 'Bard: Mountain' ) is sitting in front of a camp fire atop one of the Floating Villages' peaks, teaching three teens opposite to him the importance of storytelling and the meaning behind several constellations.
Stories are not just history. They can be so much more. They nourish your mind and, if told well, can even fill your belly. Some tales are warnings, reaching across time. Others uplift our souls from the yoke of everyday burdens. We laugh at fools, cheer heroes, and curse villains until the fire burns down to embers.
Our first rule: The facts may be important, but they aren't as vital as the telling, of speaking to who we are and why we live. Details might change and fade, but truth lives with us for all time.
Stories are everywhere. We build them from what we see. Even the sky above whispers to us.
Look toward the Frozen Watcher.
Summer's grip loosens; winter's herald dominates the night skies.
The Frozen Watcher signals the end of the harvest. It reminds us we must all be prepared to endure winter's lash.
A cloud of smoldering destruction hangs in the night sky. This is the Fall of Shurima.
The Ancients groped blindy in the darkness, threatening to unravel the very fabric of creation in their hubris. Noble Shurimans who Ascended found a loose thread in the universe's tapestry, and pulled upon it. The vulgarity of their ambition consumed thousands of innocent lives and ended a golden age.
Such was the fate of mighty Shurima and of men who would become gods.
The powers that govern life and death are not to be trifled with.
The Shattered Crown is enslave it to our will.for defying the shadows' embrace. I believe we are meant to ponder mortality through poetry and verse, not
There was a time, not long ago, when this constellation was absent from the night sky.
Some call it the Mountain Shrines or the Great Caretaker. Those of us from the floating villages know of an older name, a name that speaks of a universal truth. The name we took for our kind: Bard.