There is a temple hidden in the mountains between Noxus and the Tempest Flats, where the secrets of an ancient and terrifying sorcery are kept. The area surrounding the temple is littered with the exsanguinated corpses of those who have mistakenly wandered too close. These served only to pique the curiosity of Vladimir, when – in his youth – he trekked through these mountains during his flight from Noxus. A day earlier, the teenaged Vladimir had brutally murdered two boys of his age, for no better reason than to enjoy the intoxicating scarlet bloom that surged forth. He realized immediately that he would never be able to suppress his murderous desires, and if he remained in Noxus, his foul deeds were sure to catch up with him. Without hesitation, he abandoned the city-state, and journeyed south.
The trail of bodies led him to a crumbling stone temple. Inside he found an aging monk who appraised him with eyes of pure crimson. Vladimir surprised the monk by returning the wicked gaze with zeal. Recognizing the boy’s sinister craving, the monk taught Vladimir how to manipulate and control the fluid of life, often practicing on passing travelers. When it came time for Vladimir to learn the final lesson, the monk warned that failure would result in death. Vladimir did not fail, but success bore a grisly surprise. During the ritual, every drop of the monk's blood was drawn from his body and fused with Vladimir's, imbuing him with his master's magical essence, and that of every hemomancer before him. Left alone and suddenly without purpose, Vladimir resolved to return to Noxus, demanding enrollment in the League to prove the supremacy of his craft. When the Noxian High Command observed the gruesome fates which befell the palace guards, they elected to avail themselves of Vladimir's unsavory talents.
"That which runs through you will run you through."
"The rivers will run red."
"I'd love a pint."
"Hmm, something is leaking."
"I'm a universal recipient."
"Care to make a donation?"'
"A draining exercise."
"My cup is half empty."
"The clot thickens."
"Please, let it all out."
"Let's pool our efforts."
"I'm absolutely livid."
"A vital decision."
"A harvest moon, so aptly named."
"You look like someone who's got a lot going on beneath the surface."
"Go ahead, be negative. You'll be just my type."
"Feel the life drip away."
"Arise and face me."
"I want to make this last."
"The night shall consume them."
"Witness the depths of despair."
"Slake my thirst."
"Kneel before me!"
"The skies will rain red."
"In darkness I am truly alive."
"No one commands me."
"I am lord and master."
"There is a monster in all of us."
"This is my realm."
"So much blood waiting for purpose."
"Which vessel shall I empty next?"
"I shall leave this place in ruin."
"Kneel before Vlad."
"Gather together your allies so you can pool your tears."
"How long must I search to find a real challenge?"
Vladimir moves with purpose, his long hair and robes flowing dramatically behind him as his deliberate strides carry him swiftly towards his goal. The heels of his polished boots ring out against the marble halls of the Institute of War, an unwelcome clamor in the otherwise oppressive silence. He spies his destination ahead, a great stone doorway.
The regal demeanor of our guest is a hoax; a trap for those foolish enough not to look beyond the surface. The perfectly groomed hair, the extravagant attire, the manicured fingernails… these marks of nobility are false. The truly perceptive will not be deceived by this charade. From his cruel, angular features, to the vicious, yet regal, jewelry that adorns his fingertips, there is no doubt: this is a predator.
Vladimir pauses for a moment as he arrives, relishing the moment. He admires the craftsmanship with fickle, covetous eyes. A pair of panthers stand sentry in the relief of the marble archway, their lithe forms a tribute to their artisan's talent. An inscription above announces his destination: "The truest opponent lies within." He reaches out to caress the polished stone. The doors part at his touch, drifting silently open. Beyond them lay blackness. Vladimir licks his thin lips, and darts inside.
Vladimir stood in the darkness of the Reflecting Chamber. For a moment there was only the silence and the expectant beating of his heart. Then there was a whisper.
"Vladimir, my child," called a voice from the black. He recognized it instantly, and his hair stood on end. Out of the darkness strode another figure, of similar stature but clothed in the simpler robes of a monk. His ashen hair was rivaled only by the sickly pallor of his skin. His eyes were pure crimson.
"Dmitri?" Vladimir inquired, incredulous, "but, master, you are gone. I killed you."
The figure threw back his head, howling with laughter. "I cannot be gone, Vladimir. I am a part of you." As if in response, the monk's body dissolved into a fine red mist. The metallic smell of blood filled the air. Vladimir closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the warm vapor bathing him in its welcome embrace.
The sound of sharp, labored breaths woke him from his reverie. His eyes snapped open, revealing a clearing in a serene forest. His heart raced in an excited rhythm. At his feet lay two mangled forms - one still, the other gasping - both drenched in blood. Vladimir examined himself in wonder. He was a boy no older than fifteen. In his right hand he clutched a hunting knife in a death grip - so hard, in fact, that the handle had cut him. His fine clothes were sullied everywhere with scarlet. He knew this moment. These were his playmates. These were his first.
The maimed figure crawled towards him, looking up with a mixture of sadness and bewilderment. The expression turned to hatred. A hand shot forward, gripping his boot. Vladimir recoiled, breaking free and stumbling backwards away from the dying child. The boy opened his mouth as if to scream, but no words came out. Instead, a torrent of blood spilled forth from his lips into the dirt. He extended an accusing finger at his murderer. Vladimir dropped his knife, and the darkness took him.
A moment later he was standing at the foot of a mountain trail in the shadow of a great structure. Before him, propped on a spike, lay a blanched corpse. Beneath that lay a font of blood, hewn into the rocks by primitive tools. He looked up, raising a hand to shield his wind-burned face. The trail before him contained perhaps a dozen such specimens, set at even intervals along the path. He felt the now familiar quickening of his pulse. The thrill overwhelming any sense of dread, he ascended.
Wandering through the halls of this ancient structure, the trail of drained bodies guiding his path, Vladimir's excitement grew. He came at last to a great hall. All about him hung the deceased, their lifeblood settling in pools below. At the front of the grisly scene stood a robed monk, white hair slicked back out of his face. His blood-red eyes shone menacingly on his pale, implacable face as he beckoned to the enraptured traveler.
Vladimir approached, unblinking; entranced by the spectacle, eyes locked on the man before him. The monk stared back curiously. "Have you no fear, boy?" he asked, interested. Vladimir shook his head wordlessly, never breaking his gaze.
"I see what you are," the monk continued, "You are a harbinger, my child. A Crimson Reaper, come to collect." He smiled grimly, a peal of laughter following. "What is your name, young one?"
"I am called Vladimir," stammered the bewildered youth.
"You are now my charge, Vladimir," replied the aging figure, smiling. "Do not disappoint me."
Vladimir stared deeply into his mentor's eyes. The sight made his veins run ice. He had killed this man. He had taken his blood. And Dmitri had asked him to do it; had threatened him with death if he refused. The room around him went dark once more, leaving him alone again with the phantom of his master. The monk folded his arms across his chest. "Why do you want to join the League, Vladimir?" asked Dmitri expectantly.
"I wish to bring honor to my noble house and to hone my craft," Vladimir answered immediately.
The apparition before cracked a bemused smile. "Why do you want to join the League, Vladimir?" it repeated.
"To fight for the glory of Noxus, my homeland," Vladimir replied, hesitant.
Dimitri's amusement vanished. He looked displeased. "Why do you want to join the League, Vladimir?" he echoed.
Vladimir's face darkened. He answered, slowly this time, "I must kill."
The old monk nodded. "How does it feel, exposing your mind?" he asked.
Vladimir bared his teeth. "Liberating, really," came his retort. As if in response, the door behind flew open, bathing him in light. He was alone.
Blood Lord Vladimir concept art (by Riot Artist Larry Ray)
Vandal Vladimir concept art (by Riot Artist Larry Ray)
Soulstealer Vladimir concept art (by Riot Artist Charles Liu)
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Champion Sneak Peek
If you’re like me and you’ve ever gone through one of those dark, goth phases at some point in your life, you’ll probably relate to this next champion at least a little bit. Meet Vladimir, the Crimson Reaper. This champion combines the epic power of fueling his magic with the blood of his enemies with the style and flair of Transylvanian count. You know the type of count we’re talking about… the type that has a lifetime supply of liquid black eyeliner sitting in his medicine cabinet. So dust off that copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula that you’ve got sitting on your nightstand. If you start reading now, you should be super excited by the prospect of getting your hands on Vladimir by the time you finish.
The Rivers Shall Run Red
An ominous force has appeared on the Fields of Justice. A spectator caught this glimpse in a recent battle, but officials are unsure of what to make of it. What’s clear, though, is that whatever it is should not to be taken lightly. Take a look for yourself, summoner…
The Blood Lord is on the March!
The Blood Lord is coming to the League of Legends! In addition to a new and intimidating model, this legendary take on Vladimir, the Crimson Reaper, will feature vicious new voice over, spell effects, and animations. If you’d like to indulge your dark side by living out fantasies of holding the lives of your enemies in the palm of your hand, Blood Lord Vladimir should help slake that thirst! Nothing is sweeter than the blood of your enemies!
Base damage reduced to 80 / 100 / 120 / 140 / 160 from 90 / 125 / 160 / 195 / 230.
Damage AP ratio reduced to 45% AP from 60% AP.
Base heal changed to 20 / 25 / 30 / 35 / 40 from 15 / 25 / 35 / 45 / 55.
Heal AP ratio reduced to 15% AP from 25% AP.
New Effect: After casting Transfusion twice, Vladimir gains Crimson Rush for 2.5 seconds the next time it becomes available to cast. That is to say, when it comes off cooldown.
Crimson Rush: Vladimir gains X% bonus movement speed. Additionally, Transfusion deals 100% increased damage and restores an additional 60 - 315 (based on level)(+ 5% (+ 2.5% per 100 AP) of his missing health) (healing halved versus minions). The empowered cast will count as the first stack toward the next Crimson Rush.
First Cast: Vladimir begins charging, increasing Tides of Blood's damage while rapidly consuming 10% of his maximum health over the next 1 second. Vladimir is slowed by X% after the initial 1 second if he continues to charge. After 1.5 seconds or if interrupted, Vladimir will automatically use the second cast.
Second Cast: Vladimir unleashes the stored blood in a nova of bolts, each dealing between 30 / 40 / 50 / 60 / 70 (+ 2.5% maximum health)(+ 35% AP) and 60 / 80 / 100 / 120 / 140 (+ 10% maximum health)(+ 70% AP) magic damage to the first enemy they strike. Enemies can intercept multiple bolts but can only be damaged once. Minions cannot block more than 5 bolts and if the bolts strike a minion, the bolt will do area of effect damage that only affects other nearby minions. If charged for at least 1 second, enemies hit are also slowed by 40 / 45 / 50 / 55 / 60% for X seconds.
Vladimir can cast Sanguine Pool without interrupting the charge of Tides of Blood, but the second cast of Tides of Blood will cause Vladimir to surface from Sanguine Pool early.
Cooldown increased to 9 / 8 / 7 / 6 / 5 seconds from 4.5.
Vladimir unleashes a torrent of blood, damaging surrounding enemies. Additionally, multiple Tides of Blood in a short period of time cause them to cost additional health and deal additional damage, and increases his healing and regeneration by 8%.