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Bảng Ngọc Gwen

the Hallowed Seamstress • Platinum+
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Bảng Ngọc Gwen
Within the long-lost kingdom of Camavor, there once lived a village of people far from the throne. It was here, in the rural colonies, where a humble seamstress made her beloved doll, Bảng Ngọc Gwen . What Bảng Ngọc Gwen can remember of her past, she remembers with love. The seamstress and the doll spent their days crafting, scissors resting in Bảng Ngọc Gwen ’s still hands as her maker stitched nearby with needle and thread. At night, the two could be found crouched under the dinner table, the seamstress challenging Bảng Ngọc Gwen to makeshift duels, the clash of silverware against scissors echoing in their candlelit kitchen. In time, the games stopped and the light faded. Bảng Ngọc Gwen could not understand why, but whenever she struggled to recall details, she felt a twinge of pain, tied to a man whose name and face escaped her. As her memories washed away with the ocean tide, Bảng Ngọc Gwen lay still for centuries, quiet and forgotten. Then one night, her eyes opened. Bảng Ngọc Gwen awoke for the very first time on a shadowy beach far from her home. By magic unbeknownst to her, she had been transformed into a living girl who could move her hands and feet—all on her own! Bảng Ngọc Gwen took to life with joy. She skipped across the sand, amazed by how far her eyes could see, how wondrous every pebble was to her touch, and how incredible the wind felt on her back. Along the coast, scattered debris left abandoned for a millennium caught her attention. Lying beside broken chests were oddly familiar tools. Bảng Ngọc Gwen recognized them immediately. These were her maker’s tools. When her fingers touched them, a burst of mist glinting with light flowed from her hands. To her, it felt safe and warm, like the soothing embrace of a hallowed past. But Bảng Ngọc Gwen was not the only one drawn to this magic. Lurking in the isles, a different mist swarmed. Black in color, it coiled and twisted, forming into fearsome wraiths. Something within Bảng Ngọc Gwen ’s newfound presence attracted them—something they hungered for with obsession. As the wraiths came for her, Bảng Ngọc Gwen was undeterred. She thrust her scissors at them. To her delight, more of her mist filled the air, enchanting the size and strength of her tools and turning them from mere steel into spectral magic. But the wraiths were relentless. They swelled in number, fueled by the ever-growing Black Mist. Bảng Ngọc Gwen began to feel a tragic, strangely familiar pain. Surrounded by wraiths, suppressed memories surfaced. She recalled images of her maker, sick and wounded, lying in anguish. Near her was a man whose face finally returned to Bảng Ngọc Gwen . Remembering his name brought Bảng Ngọc Gwen to her knees. Wistfully, she reflected on the bygone moments spent with her maker—a happier, simpler time—and stole one final glance at her scissors... It was then Bảng Ngọc Gwen realized something amazing. Her maker, victim to that man’s twisted vanity, was not fully gone. The seamstress’ tools, the very tools that first sewed and stitched Bảng Ngọc Gwen together, were now in her hands. Bảng Ngọc Gwen believed this was no accident. She knew, deep down, her maker was still with her, still fighting. This was a gift Bảng Ngọc Gwen would not take for granted. Grasping needles and thread, she spun clouds of Hallowed Mist to push back the swarming wraiths. Her scissors slashed hard and fast, reminiscent of those blissful nights when her maker imagined grand battles beneath their kitchen table. Soon, the wraiths were no more. Though triumphant, Bảng Ngọc Gwen recognized this was only the beginning. She could sense these wraiths and Viego were linked, both responsible for the spread of immense pain. With no time to lose, she resolved to track the Black Mist and stop it at any cost. Bảng Ngọc Gwen expected this endeavor to be strenuous, yet she reveled in every second of being alive—for who knew how long this blessing would last? Having been given a unique chance at life, Bảng Ngọc Gwen chooses to be an indomitable, positive force against all odds. She journeys across Runeterra, determined to restore joy to those who are hurt and suffering. To Bảng Ngọc Gwen , each moment is precious, and each step driven with purpose.