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“ | When fields lie calm and wind stands still
Run home, run home As the crows make night of the fading sun Hide now, hide now When the trees do bow, as if they weep Stay down, stay down Through its light beckons forth, a melody calls out Too late, too late |
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~ The Ancient Fear |
“ | Ten great kings took ten great thrones,
Nine crowns adorned nine heads. One left to scratch upon their mounds, The crow, alive and dead. |
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~ Old Demacian poem, author unknown |
Background
Long, long ago, in a tower by the edge of the sea, a foolish young mage summoned something into the world that he was not prepared to control. What stepped before the boy was something older than recorded history. Something darker than a yawning, starless night. Something the world had desperately tried to forget—and in an instant, the mage, the creature, and the tower itself were lost to all of time.
At least, that’s what the stories say.
In the Freljord, children frighten each other around the fire with tales of a monster that raises itself from untended graves in the ice, its body a shambling mass of helmets, bucklers, furs, and wood. In Bilgewater, drunken sailors trade accounts of something standing alone on a tiny, distant atoll from which no one has ever returned. An old Targonian legend speaks of how a child of twilight stole the only joy from a ragged, whispering horror, while veteran Noxian soldiers prefer the fable of a lonely farmhand who was blamed for a poor harvest and fed to the crows, later returning to the world as a demon.
Demacia. Ixtal. Piltover. Ionia. Shurima. In every corner of Runeterra, these myths persist—reshaped, respun, and passed down by countless generations of storytellers. Stories of a thing that looks almost human and stalks places thick with fear.
But these are simply fables to frighten young children. No one would ever be afraid of a silly old monster called Fiddlesticks…
Until now.
Something has awoken in the Demacian hinterlands, drawn by the climate of rising fear and paranoia. Rural protectorates, separated from the capital by hundreds of miles of farmland, are emptying in mere days. Travelers vanish from the old footpaths. Guard patrols fail to report back from the edges of the kingdom. And wild-eyed survivors claw at their faces from the safety of roadside taverns, wailing of crows that aren’t crows, sounds that aren’t sounds, and a lopsided horror in the shape of a scarecrow that croaks in the stolen voices of the dead.
Most blame rogue mages. Such accusations are common in these days of rebellion.
Yet the truth is far worse. Something has returned, just as it had in the fictitious tale of the young mage in his seaside tower. An evil gone from the world for numberless centuries—long enough that the warnings of a nascent humanity passed into rumor, then myth, then legend… until all that remained were simple fables. An entity so utterly alien that it defies almost all contemporary knowledge of magic. So impossibly ancient that it has always been. So universally feared that even animals grow nervous when someone speaks its name.
In the wake of this revival, another tale, nearly lost to memory, has seen a resurgence throughout the hinterlands. A legend of a great evil that has no form, no thoughts, and no understanding of the world it inhabits, instead building itself into the crude shape of those that fear it. The terror of all living things, given life in that first terrible scream of creation. A demon before demons were known.
At least, that’s what the stories say.
But Fiddlesticks is real.
Credit to the official bio page
Powers and Statistics
Tier: Varies | Unknown
Name: Fiddlesticks, the Ancient Fear, End of Men, First of Ten
Origin: League of Legends
Age: As old as creation itself
Gender: Innaplicable
Classification: Abstract Embodiment of Fear, Demon, "Scarecrow"
Attack Potency: Varies (Depends on what avatar Fiddlesticks decides to control. Most avatars are capable of effortlessly killing Demacian Soldiers. Has avatars all across Runeterra, at least one in each region. Also exist across different universe, including that of the Pulsefire universe, which has technology capable of destorying entire timelines) | Unknown (Has displayed any physical feats. Superior to all demons, and was born alongside creation itself)
Stamina: Limitless
Range: Varies with Avatars. High Multiversal otherwise
Powers and Abilities: Magnetism Manipulation (Able to hold the puppet it is inhabiting together), Abstract Existence (Type 1: Is the pure embodiment of fear, described to have no form or mind), Nonexistent Physiology (Type 3: Is a completely formless entity, described to be "darker than a yawning, starless night", having the entire world try to reject it, but ultimately failing. Unfazed by conceptually destroying itself), Void Manipulation and Sealing (Upon being summoned, it instantly erased the mage, itself, and the tower it. Implied to have the key that the Aspect of Twilight used to seal away the concept of the Darkin), Avatar Creation (Capable of assembling avatars across the multiverse), Extrasensory Perception and Empowerment (Came into being once fear rose in Demacia), Voice Mimicry (Able to mimick the voice of its vitims), Resistance to Mind Manipulation (Due to lacking a mind)
Standard Equipment:
Intelligence: Mindless normally (Is described to have no mind, only speaking via mimicking the last words of its victims. Incapable of understanding the world he terrorizes), Genius in terms of hunting (Fiddlesticks is a master hunter, easily picking off its prey while leaving little to no trace of its existence)
Weaknesses: