The Story of Smolder
By dragon standards, Smolder is still a youngster, living in the cliffs along the Noxian frontier while his mother keeps a close eye on him. He is the current heir of the Camavoran line of imperial dragons, though so far that birthright seems to mean little more to him than permission to set things alight whenever the mood strikes.
He is restless and eager to be grown, and his behavior reflects it: each new ability becomes a toy to poke at rather than a weapon to learn. That restlessness is also his greatest flaw. He is still a fledgling, and although he can already cause real harm, lighting up anything flammable with little effort, he lacks the wariness that an older dragon would have developed by now.
His kit is designed to let him grow into that power over the course of a match. Dragon Practice, his passive, builds stacks whenever he lands an ability on a champion or delivers the killing blow on an enemy, and those stacks strengthen Super Scorcher Breath and his other basic abilities as the game wears on. Achooo! is just what it sounds like: a small burning sneeze that detonates when it touches enemy champions. Flap, Flap, Flap lifts him into the air so he can fly over terrain and pelt whichever foe is lowest on health. His ultimate, MMOOOMMMM!, summons his mother to rain fire down from above, a sign that however much power he gains, he still needs backup. Smolder’s story is not bound to a single nation the way a Demacian knight’s or a Noxian soldier’s would be. Young as he is, he already belongs to the broader world of Runeterra, a fledgling dragon still working out where he fits within it. Classed as a Marksman-Mage hybrid, he can be played in the bottom lane or the middle, and his mana pool fuels every fire-breathing trick no matter which lane his mother allows him to practice in that day.
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