Red Post Collection: Fiora & Kindred champion introduction / background, Marksman changes in preseason, & more

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This morning's red post collection includes new longer form champion introductions & backgrounds for Fiora and Kindred, Meddler on the marksman champion & item changes coming in preseason, & more!
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Updated Fiora Introduction & Background

Fiora's champion page on the League of Legends website has been updated to include her new longer form champion introduction & background!

Here's the story of Fiora and her rise to the head of House Laurent:
"Fiora, the Grand Duelist 
“I have come to kill you for the sake of honor. And though you possess none, still you die.” 
The most feared duelist in all Valoran, Fiora is as renowned for her brusque manner and cunning mind as she is for the speed of her bluesteel rapier. Born to House Laurent in the kingdom of Demacia, Fiora took control of the family from her father in the wake of a scandal that nearly destroyed them. House Laurent's reputation was sundered, but Fiora bends her every effort to restore her family's honor and return them to their rightful place among the great and good of Demacia. 
From an early age, Fiora defied every expectation placed upon her. Her mother had the finest craftsmen of Demacia fashion the most lifelike dolls for her. Fiora gave them to her maids and took up her brother's rapier, forcing him to give her lessons in secret. Her father obtained a host of dressmaking mannequins for her personal seamstress to craft wondrous dresses. Fiora used them to practice lunges and ripostes. 
At every stage in her life, Fiora has embodied all that is noble in Demacia, striving for perfection in all things and brooking no insult to her honor or that of her family's ideals. 
As the youngest daughter of House Laurent, she was destined for a life as a political pawn, to be married off in the grand game of alliances between patrician houses. This did not sit well with Fiora, whose temperament saw only dishonor in being maneuvered by another's will, even that of her beloved father. Despite her resistance, a politically advantageous marriage was arranged with an outlying branch of House Crownguard, and plans were set for a summer wedding. 
The ancient families of Demacia sent their invited representatives to House Laurent to attend the marriage ceremony, but instead of meekly accepting her fate, Fiora defied it. She declared before the assembled host that she would sooner die than be dishonored by allowing someone else to control her fate. Her husband-to-be was publicly shamed and his family demanded a duel to the death to wipe away Fiora's scandalous insult. 
Fiora immediately stepped forward, but as Master of House Laurent, it was her father's duty to accept. The champion of House Crownguard was a truly deadly warrior, and defeat was almost certain. To lose would see House Laurent ruined and his daughter exiled in disgrace. Presented with so stark a choice, Fiora's father made a decision that would damn his family for years to come. That night, he attempted to drug his opponent with a draught to rob his blows of speed, but his attempt was discovered and the Master of House Laurent was arrested. 
Demacian law is notoriously harsh and unforgiving. Its justice allows no leeway, and Fiora's father had broken its most fundamental code of honor. He would suffer public humiliation upon the executioner's scaffold, hanged like a common criminal, and his entire family expelled from Demacia. On the eve of his death, Fiora visited her father's cell, but what passed between them is a secret known only to her. 
An ancient and all but forgotten code of honor allowed for a family member to expunge the shame of one of its number in blood, and thus avoid the virtual death-sentence of exile. Knowing they had no choice, father and daughter faced each other within the Hall of Blades. Justice would not be served by a mere slaying, Fiora's father had to fight and be fought. The battle was blindingly swift, a dance of blades so exquisite that those who witnessed it would never forget what they had seen. Fiora's father was a fine swordsman in his own right, but he was no match for his daughter. They said farewell in every clash of the blade, but in the end a tearful Fiora buried her rapier in her father's heart and assured her family's continued place in Demacia. With her father dead at her feet, Fiora became the head of House Laurent (much to the surprise of her older brothers...). 
Though the honor of House Laurent was not entirely ruined, scandals are not easily erased. In the years that followed, Fiora proved a sagacious leader of her House and swiftly learned not to make the mistakes of brash youth. She became a formidable mistress of blade and negotiation, cutting to the heart of any matter with her customary clarity and seemingly cruel directness. Some still speak of her House's disgrace or decry how standards have fallen that a woman should dare call herself ruler of a noble House, but only in private. For when such gossip reaches Fiora's ear, she is quick to call out those rumormongers and demand justice on the edge of a sword. Yet even here, she is not without pragmatic cunning, offering each challenger a way out that will allow honor to be satisfied without death. So far, none have accepted her offers, and none have ever walked away from a duel with Fiora. 
With the fortunes of House Laurent on the rise, Fiora has no shortage of suitors, but none have yet proven worthy of her hand. Many suspect Fiora herself puts every suitor through an impossible gauntlet of courtship in order to remain aloof and unmarried, for a wife would, traditionally, relinquish power to her husband. 
And Fiora has never done anything traditionally.

The man Fiora was going to kill was named Umberto. He had the look of a man very sure of himself. She watched him talking to four men, so alike they must surely be his brothers. The five of them were cocksure and preening, as though it was beneath their dignity to even present themselves in the Hall of Blades in answer to her challenge. 
Dawn's light cast angled spars of light through the lancet windows, and the pale marble shimmered with the reflections of those who had come to see a life ended. They lined the edges of the hall by the score, members of both Houses, lackeys, gawkers and some simply with unhealthy appetites to see bloodshed. 
“My lady,” said Ammdar, her second older brother, handing her a mid-length rapier with a bluesteel blade upon which light moved like oil. “Are you sure about this?” 
“Of course,” replied Fiora. “You heard the tales Umberto and his braggart brothers were spreading in the Commercia?” 
“I did,” confirmed Ammdar. “But is that worth his death?” 
“If I let one braggart slide, then others will think themselves free to wag their tongues,” said Fiora. 
Ammdar nodded, and stepped back. “Then do what you must.” 
Fiora stepped forward, rolling her shoulders and sweeping her blade twice through the air – a sign the duel was about to begin. Umberto turned as one his brothers nudged him in the ribs, and anger touched Fiora as she saw his frank appraisal of her physique, an appraisal that lingered far too long below her neck. He drew his own weapon, a long, beautifully curved Demacian cavalry saber with golden quillons and a sapphire inset on the pommel. A poseur's weapon and one entirely unsuited to the requirements of a duel. 
Umberto stepped up to his duelists' mark and repeated the sword movements she had made. He bowed to her and winked. Fiora felt her jaw tighten, but clamped down on her dislike. Emotion had no place in a duel. It clouded swordplay and had seen many a great swordsman slain by a lesser opponent. 
They circled one another, making the prescribed movements of foot and blade like dance partners at the first notes of a waltz. The movements were to ensure that both participants in the duel were aware of the significance of what they were soon to attempt. 
The rituals of the duel were important. They, like The Measured Tread, were designed to allow civilized folk to maintain the illusion of nobility in killing. Fiora knew they were good laws, just laws, but that didn't take away from the fact that she was about to kill the man before her. And because Fiora believed in these laws, she had to make her offer.
“Good sir, I am Fiora of House Laurent,” she said. 
“Save it for your grave-marker,” snapped Umberto. 
She ignored his puerile attempt to rile her and said, “It has come to my attention that you did injure the good name of House Laurent in an unjust and dishonorable manner by the indulgence and spreading of malicious falsehoods in regards to the legitimacy of my lineage. Therefore it is my right to challenge you to a duel and restore the honor of my House in your blood.” 
“I already know this,” said Umberto, playing to the crowd. “I'm here aren't I?” 
“You have come to your death,” promised Fiora. “Unless you choose not to fight by giving me satisfaction for your offense.” 
“How might I give milady satisfaction?” asked Umberto. 
“Given the nature of your offense, submit to having your right ear severed from your head.” 
“What? Are you mad, woman?” 
“It's that or I kill you,” said Fiora, as though they were discussing the weather. “You know how this duel will end. There is no loss of face in yielding.” 
“Of course there is,” said Umberto, and Fiora saw he still thought he could win. Like everyone else, he underestimated her. 
“All here know my skill with a blade, so choose to live and wear your wound as a badge of honor. Or choose death, and be food for crows by midmorning.” 
Fiora raised her blade. “But choose now.” 
His anger at what he assumed was her arrogance overcame his fear and he stamped forward, the tip of his sword thrusting for her heart. Fiora had read the attack before it was launched and made a quarter turn to the left, letting the curved blade cut only air. Her own blade swept up, then down in a precise, diagonal arc. The crowd gasped at the wet spatter of blood on stone and the shocking suddenness of the duel's ending. 
Fiora turned as Umberto's sword clattered to the granite flagstones. He fell to his knees, then slumped back onto his haunches, hands clutched to his opened throat from which blood pumped enthusiastically. 
She bowed to Umberto, but his eyes were already glassy and unseeing with impending death. Fiora took no pleasure in such a slaying, but the fool had left her little choice. 
Umberto's brothers came forward to collect the corpse, and she felt their shock at their brother’s defeat. 
“How many is that?” asked Ammdar, coming forward to collect her sword. “Fifteen? Twenty?” 
“Thirty,” said Fiora. “Or maybe more. They all look the same to me now.” 
“There will be more,” promised her brother. 
“So be it,” answered Fiora. “But every death restores our family honor. Every death brings redemption closer.” 
“Redemption for whom?” asked Ammdar. 
But Fiora did not answer."

Over on reddit, IronStylus commented on Fiora's lore entry:
"The Narrative team did a really good job on this one. I remember sitting down with them as they were sketching her story out and being very inspired. Felt amazing to work on a character with this much attitude and badass-ness. 
Also, Foundations, the team that helps us build out our world, did a really good job helping us bring more up-to-date fashion sensibilities and motifs to Fiora. A lot of why we chose to change her base look revolved around the new emerging aesthetics of Demacia. Clean shapes, high-end materials, over all quite sleek. Very intentional choices to bring her in line with a faction which we felt was solidifying nicely. A refreshing change from more traditional high-fantasy kingdoms."

Kindred Introduction & Background

With their upcoming release in 5.20, Kindred's champion page has been added to the League of Legends website and includes their long form champion introduction & background!
Kindred, the Eternal Hunters 
“Tell me again, little Lamb, which things are ours to take?” 
“All things, dear Wolf.” 
Separate, but never parted, Kindred represents the twin essences of death. Lamb’s bow offers a swift release from the mortal realm for those who accept their fate. Wolf hunts down those who run from their end, delivering violent finality within his crushing jaws. Though interpretations of Kindred’s nature vary across Runeterra, every mortal must choose the true face of their death. 
Kindred is the white embrace of nothingness and the gnashing of teeth in the dark. Shepherd and the butcher, poet and the primitive, they are one and both. When caught on the edge of life, louder than any trumpeting horn, it is the hammering pulse at one’s throat that calls Kindred to their hunt. Stand and greet Lamb’s silvered bow and her arrows will lay you down swiftly. If you refuse her, Wolf will join you for his merry hunt, where every chase runs to its brutal end. 
For as long as its people have known death, Kindred has stalked Valoran. When the final moment comes, it is said a true Demacian will turn to Lamb, taking the arrow, while through the shadowed streets of Noxus, Wolf leads the hunt. In the snows of the Freljord, before going off to fight, some warbands “kiss the Wolf,” vowing to honor his chase with the blood of their enemies. After each Harrowing, the town of Bilgewater gathers to celebrate its survivors and honor those granted a true death by Lamb and Wolf. 
Denying Kindred is to deny the natural order of things. There are but a wretched few who have eluded these hunters. This perverse escape is no sanctuary, for it only holds a waking nightmare. Kindred waits for those locked in the undeath of the Shadow Isles, for they know all will eventually fall to Lamb’s bow or Wolf’s teeth. 
The earliest dated appearance of the eternal hunters is from a pair of ancient masks, carved by unknown hands into the gravesites of people long-forgotten. But to this day, Lamb and Wolf remain together, and they are always Kindred. 
Forest for the Trees 
The battle spilled over like a feast before them. Such delicious life—so many to end, so many to hunt! Wolf paced in the snow while Lamb danced lithely from sword edge to spear tip, the red-blooded butchery never staining her pale coat. 
“There is courage and pain here, Wolf. Many will gladly meet their end.” She drew up her bow and let loose an arc of swift finality. 
The last breath of a soldier came with a ragged consent as his shield gave way to a heavy axe. Stuck in his heart was a single white arrow, shimmering with ethereal brilliance.
“Courage bores me,” the great black wolf grumbled as he tracked through the snow. “I am hungry and eager to chase.” 
“Patience,” she murmured in his shaggy ear. As soon as the words left her, Wolf’s shoulders tensed and his body dropped low to the ground. 
“I smell fear,” he said, trembling with excitement. 
Across the muddied field of snow, a squire—too young for battle, but with blade in hand, nonetheless—saw that Kindred had marked all in the valley. 
“I want the tender-thing. Does it see us, Lamb?” 
“Yes, but it must choose. Feed the Wolf, or embrace me.” 
The battle turned its steel toward the squire. He now stared at the roiling tide of bravery and desperation coming for him. This would be his last dawn. In that instant, the boy made his choice. He would not go willingly. Until his last breath, he would run. 
Wolf snapped in the air and rolled his face in the snow like a new pup. 
“Yes, dear Wolf.” Lamb’s voice echoed like a string of pearly bells. “Begin your hunt.”
With that, Wolf bounded across the field after the youth, a howl thundering through the valley. His shadowed body swept over the remains of the newly dead and their useless, shattered weapons. 
The squire turned and ran for the woods until thick black trunks passed in a blur. He pressed on, the frozen air burning his lungs. He looked once more for his hunter, but could see nothing but the darkening trees. The shadows closed tightly around him and he suddenly realized there was no escape. It was the black body of Wolf that was everywhere at once. The chase was at its end. Wolf buried his sharp teeth in the squire’s neck, tearing out ribbons of vibrant life. 
Wolf reveled in the boy’s scream and crunching bones. Lamb, who had trailed behind, laughed to see such sport. Wolf turned and asked, in a voice more growl than speech, “Is this music, Lamb?” 
“It is to you,” she answered. 
“Again,” Wolf licked the last drop of the youth’s life from his canine jaws. “I want to chase again, little Lamb.” 
“There are always more,” she whispered. “Until the day there is only Kindred.”
“And then will you run from me?” 
Lamb turned back to the battle. “I would never run from you, dear Wolf.”

In addition, Kindred is also listed as friends with themselves and rivals with Hecarim, Mordekaiser, Yorick, Thresh, and Karthus.
There is also a new related content headline that will take you to the A GOOD DEATH short story!

In case you missed the news, Kindred has been delayed until 5.20 (which should be next week, ~10/14!).
While we wait for Kindred's release, check out these links for more on our upcoming champion:

No Current Plans for Olaf & Shyvana

Around the release of the Juggernaut updates, there was mention of similar level updates aimed at both Olaf and Shyvana. When asked if this was still the plan,  Meddler has commented that they no longer plan to push these reworks for Olaf Shyvana .
"We were previously looking to do work on both Shyvana and Olaf in the preseason. We came to the conclusion both were in fairly reasonable spots though and that we'd be better off putting that time into other champions instead, at least for now."

Marksman Changes in Preseason  

In boards thread asking when we can expect the previously announced marksman champion & item changes, Meddler commented they will be coming in preseason!
"Marksmen changes (both kits and items) will be coming in the preseason (at least a couple of patches after 5.20). We're not quite ready to talk about all the details of that yet, still sorting out exactly what will and won't be included. At a guess we should be ready to share details just after Worlds finishes, possibly slightly before."
When asked about his line of "what will and won't be included", Meddler noted:
"Some things will ship in the preseason. Some things will prove to be good ideas that need more time, so they'll get delayed. Some things won't work out as hoped and will get scrapped."
As for if any of these will include visual updates, Meddler clarified:
"This will be gameplay driven updates. There'll be a few visual modifications to support kit changes, but nothing that qualifies as a visual upgrade. Think the same sort of levels of art adjustments as the juggernaut changes in 5.16."

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