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Fizz The Tidal Trickster
Fizz The Tidal Trickster
In ages past, the oceans of Runeterra were home to civilizations far older than those
of the land. In the depths of what is now the Guardian’s Sea, a great city once stood—
it was here that the yordle Fizz made his home. He lived alongside the artisans and
warriors of that proud, noble race. Even though he was not one of them, they treated
him as an equal, and his playful nature and tall tales of adventures in the open sea
But the world was changing. The oceans were growing warmer, emboldening fierce
predators to rise up from the deepest trenches. Other settlements had fallen silent,
but the rulers of the great city could still not agree on how to deal with the threat.
Fizz pledged to roam the seas in search of survivors, or anyone who knew what had
happened.
These huge dragon-sharks stunned their prey with fell shrieking, and the avenues of
the great city were soon clouded red. Thousands died in a matter of hours, the
immense bulk of their killers crushing towers and temples in a monstrous feeding
frenzy. Scenting blood in the water, Fizz raced back, determined to join the fight and
He was too late. There was nothing left of the city to save. When the debris finally
settled, not a single living creature remained, nor any stone upon another, and the
ravenous shoal had moved on. Alone in the cold depths, Fizz sank into mournful
despair. As his yordle magic began to fade, he let himself be carried by the currents,
It was only chance that reawakened him. A handful of copper coins fell from above,
scattered to the seabed in the wake of a huge, wooden fish that swam upon the
surface. This was no gigalodon, but Fizz was alarmed nonetheless—he knew little of
the world overhead, but surely no fish could survive up there? He ventured up and
There were people, people who lived outside of the water and sailed in wooden fish
of all sizes. Fizz found the thought both frightening and exciting, but the curious gifts
they cast into the water made it clear that they wanted to be his friends. In time,
following their movements to and fro across the oceans, he came to the port city of
Bilgewater.
To the inhabitants of that lawless place, this strange and slippery creature quickly
said that he can summon great beasts to do his bidding, hole a ship’s hull with his
stone trident, and breathe air or water as it suits him. Many a misbehaving child has
been warned on a moonless night: “Go quickly to sleep, or the Trickster will come and
Fizz is good-natured, but mischievous even for a yordle, and delights in confounding
the people of Bilgewater. The most seasoned fishermen know, just as the ocean may
rise and fall, the Tidal Trickster is as likely to lead them into windless doldrums as to
an easy catch that would fill their nets. Even so, Fizz does not take kindly to the
greedy or selfish, and more than one haughty sea captain hoping to make a quick pile
of silver has found that her mysterious guide has led her crew not to safety, but to
shipwreck.