Once, there were five, a strange group indeed, \nThat made up the court of High Stakes. \nThey bickered and fought, had luck and had not, \nTo this day, no one yet knows their fate.

Highstakes

First is the Ace, at a hurtling pace, A man of both talent and vim, Who holds all the cards in the court of High Stakes Because everything's about him.

Ace of Spades Ezreal

Third is the King, with a barbarous swing, Who crushes the villains of old. Though some folk may cry “He's a villain himself!” A poorly kept secret, all told.

King of Clubs Mordekaiser

Last is the Jester, the wiliest sort Obscured and forgotten by time, Yet always much nearer than one might expect, Stalking, closely, behind.

Wild Card Shaco

Fourth is the Queen, ever dark and serene, Whose true power lies deeper still. Alone, she could conquer the whole of the earth… And perhaps, in the future, she will.

Queen of Diamonds Syndra

Second, the Jack, with a thunderous crack Trounces fate in the blink of an eye! In winnings he counts all the hearts of the court Who will swoon every time he walks by.

Jack of Hearts Twisted Fate

Once upon a time, there was a group of storybook characters brought to life from the page...

Storybook

Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house Annie went—not once suspecting that Warwick the Wolf was waiting for her. Of course, Warwick didn't know Annie could shoot balls of magic flame or summon a fiery bear, so really this was a larger issue with communication.

Red Riding Annie

Down the rabbit hole Annie went, following the White Tibbers she had spied at the riverbank, until she emerged in a world much more curious than the one she had left. “Perhaps I shall stay,” she said to herself—and so she did.

Annie in Wonderland

Kog'Maw, ever lost in thought, sat upon his toadstool until he was famished. “Wonderland is full of such delights,” he mused, gulping down the toadstool entirely. “It would be a shame not to devour them all.”

Caterpillar Kog'Maw

“It's always tea time,” said Shaco, cleaning his knife. “You can't drink tea without a nice, clean knife.” No one else responded, of course, because they were dead—which Shaco much preferred.

Mad Hatter Shaco

Once upon a time, in the heart of a dark and gloomy castle, there lived an eternally youthful count who the people greatly feared. Every night, a terrible red mist would seep into the villages, and some poor soul would vanish without a trace—another life lost to Vladimir's growing appetites.

Count Vladimir

Having recently eaten three stubborn hogs and a duck who couldn't run very fast, Warwick has pivoted into devouring kindly grandmothers and wearing their clothes. He then impersonates them to get close to their grandchildren, who he also devours. Warwick is a really bad guy.

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