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The earliest account of Swain's existence comes from a Noxian infirmary doctor's notes. According to them, Swain limped into the ward without cry or complaint: his right leg was snapped in half, with bone protruding from the skin. A small, scowling bird seemed affixed to his shoulder. The doctor gawked in horror as the young adolescent answered questions about his health and age with a calm, even stare. Even behind the echoing crack as the sand counterweights reset his tibia, Swain’s measuring gaze never flickered, nor did his eyes twitch from the pop of his fibula. He refused the doctor’s recommendation of magical treatment for the leg’s inoperable damage, requesting only a spare crutch before shuffling away. He next surfaced in documents from the Noxian military, although it is evident that they are incomplete. Normally a crippled boy would be turned away in shame from Noxus’ proud legion, but the records indicate his first designation was that of a ranking officer.
The men who've served under him (and survived) have remained in his charge with unshakable faith and loyalty. He leapt through the High Command's hierarchy, often ascending when superiors requested demotions to join his unit. A cunning strategist, Swain was decorated after every battle he fought, regularly hobbling in contemplation at the front of the assault. His rise to power seemed unceasing until he was suddenly relegated to inactive status prior to the Ionian Invasion - a bewildering decision which reeked of bureaucratic subversion. If Swain was upset by the events which unfolded, he never believed it. His face was so implacable that it was popularly rumored to be a mask, disguising something utterly inhuman beneath. More controversy surrounded the bird that never left his shoulder, whose name he whispered only to it. When Demacia escalated its presence in the League, Swain was immediately returned to active duty.
"If you haven't yet lost the ability to ask, you may not yet ask for relief."― Swain
Swain Seizes Power in Noxus
Jericho Swain defeated Keiran Darkwill in a duel contesting the leadership of Noxus last night, winning the support of High Command. Despite rumors of involvement with the in Kalamanda, Swain has been named Grand General – the highest position in Noxus.
High Command remained divided in support between the two men since Swain returned earlier this month. Keiran Darkwill challenged Swain to a duel to settle the dispute, claiming that such a standstill was a "coward's game." Many members of High Command believed this to be a strong move and expected Keiran, a notoriously skilled duelist, to win. Keiran intially had the upper hand but due to Swain's magical tactics, Keiran surprisingly lost.
The gathered members of High Command unanimously agreed to swear loyalty to the Master Tactician. With none remaining to protest his claim, High Command named Jericho Swain the Grand General of Noxus.While High Command has embraced his rule, Swain's leadership remains controversial in Noxus's lower houses. Some accuse Swain of willing participation in Heywan Relivash's scheme to obtain Kalamanda.
Bridge to the Past
- Excerpts from the journal of Grand General Swain
A shame Keiran failed to enjoy his father's longevity, not that he'd have been able to enjoy the high office at all had I not designed it. The Grand General's chambers harbor many secrets. My secrets now.
The elder Darkwill was well versed in the art of necromancy. It will take me decades to pore through his library of grimoires, but that will be time I can steal, as he did.
I made a discovery today, one of Boram Darkwill's first dabblings with death magic. It seems he was attempting a resurrection of some sort. But whose return was he seeking?
The previous regime was exacting in its manipulation of the historical record, but there is just as much a story to be told by what's missing from the record as there is by what remains.
I found it. Deep in Old Noxus lies a memorial that speaks of former grandeur and a fall from grace. Therein lies the man Boram Darkwill attempted to rouse from his eternal slumber.
It's still in there, clawing at the walls. I would almost pity it, if I thought it capable of suffering.
LEBLANC: "I haven't had the pleasure of your company for some time, Grand General".
SWAIN: "You have my favor. That is enough".
LEBLANC: "And yet, I suspect you're here to seek the Black Rose's assistance once more".
LEBLANC: "After the last charade? Enough that you should be very mindful of how you use it. Whatever you intend had best be brief".
SWAIN: "No chicanery this time; my need for subtlety is nearing its end. I must secure my position with bloodshed, and that requires a blunt instrument".
LEBLANC: "It sounds as if you have one in mind".
SWAIN: "Let me show you".
"We've come full circle: a Grand General in need of a champion, the Black Rose seeking to wind its roots further into High Command, and a fallen warrior starved of battle. This time, it will be different. Boram managed to revive the body successfully, but all he got was a mindless beast with a single instinct: to devour life. I can't fix a thing so broken, but I can rekindle its purpose, and that may be enough for my plans. The ritual is prepared, and the body still hungers. Drink deep of the blood of your killer, son of Noxus, and live again.".― Swain
- Upon selection
- "The early bird guts the worm."
- "A calculated risk."
- "My bird is hungry."
- "Impeccable decision."
- "They dare oppose Noxus?"
- "My pleasure."
- "Dispatch these worms."
- "A Noxian does not dawdle."
- "My destination is absolute."
- "I'll give the orders."
- "Victory awaits."
- "I'm five steps ahead of you."
- "If you insist."
- "My thoughts exactly."
- "How obvious."
- "Efficient strategy."
- "Another opponent, another disappointment."
- Taunt when transformed during Ravenous Flock
- "I bet you taste like chicken."
- "If we approach strategically from the flank... oh, who am I kidding? Let's just morph and eat them."
- Joke when transformed during Ravenous Flock
- "You're seriously asking a giant demon bird... for a joke?"
- "Seriously, again? Just drop it!"
- "Think logically for one seco- CAW CAW CAWCAWCAW!!"
- Swain laughs.
- Swain laughs.
- Swain laughs.
- Swain laughs.
Co-op vs. AI Responses
- "Bear witness to the strength of Noxus!"
Special (against player Jarvan IV)
- "Pitiful prince!"
Player team victory
- "Your tactics were cunning!"
Player team defeat
- Swain was designed by Coronach.
Champion Sneak Peek
Here at Riot Games, we're making every attempt to ensure that we deliver exciting champions to even the most twisted and deviant of human minds. So if you're a budding veterinarian or ornithologist, it's now your turn to start getting excited. Meet Swain, the Master Tactician. In addition to being a distinguished Noxian gentleman of impeccable wealth and taste, Swain also just happens to be a fan of our feathered friends. And like some people who wind up at the League of Legends, well... let's just say that he's much more than meets the eye.