The Voice from the Hearth

The Voice from the Hearth

Short_story · Ornn

No one knew who lit the fire, but we saw the plume of smoke from far away. The Winter’s Claw had driven our tribe north, where the land was so harsh that even our warmother Olgavanna shivered through the first night. Our elnuk herd died on the second. At least we had food for the third. But even that feast was a memory as we climbed the mountain with no peak. Legless Kriek called it “the Half-Mountain of Old Ornn .” Our shaman had lost his mind, but Olgavanna bade us carry the fool. He had convinced her that our survival lay at the source of that mysterious smoke.

Excerpt from the official short_story by Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends. Story and characters © Riot Games.

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