Even though he has an explosive temper, he possesses a sense of criminal honor, often enforced at the business end of his double-barreled shotgun Destiny. Well, where the shrine was. Then he and the crown are gone. They’re called the Widow Makers, and they’ve claimed scores of victims over the years. I almost unleash both barrels before I realize it’s just T.F. and I, we’re already half a league away, heading madly for port, but even from here, the scale of the thing is almost impossible to comprehend. It’s only got a single eye, and it’s still staring at me as it scoots backward. It’s just a bastard glowing jellyfish, tentacles drifting like deadly towlines. “It’s your own fault, tryin’ to look fancy, with your mighty fine coat and your having a bath once a week. It’s a simple misdirection technique, one I learned from T.F., actually. He’s an odd one, the Prince, always has been. Get him good this time, right in the side of the head. I try not to, but it sets me giggling again. Second hit base damage reduced to 80 / 110 / 140 / 170 / 200 from 80 / 125 / 170 / 215 / 260. “Ain’t here to do you no harm.”, “Get me out of here,” he whispers, eyes dartin’ between me and the sleeping old woman. Tricia "mom cat" Tan, shio shoujo. Jungle 100%; Korea - Version : 10.23 Graves. Graves gains increasing armor and magic resistance the longer he remains in combat. I don’t think so.”. After hitting a champion or reaching the end of its range, the shell explodes, dealing 80% of its original damage in a cone. Detonation base damage increased to 85 / 120 / 155 / 190 / 225 from 85 / 115 / 145 / 175 / 205. “If I recall correctly, you described it as a ‘wild-eel chase’, right?”, “Yeah, well, I still think it’s a load of superstitious horse manure, but on the off chance it ain’t, I want my cut.”. It’s bastard cold and bastard dark, but I kick down, going deeper. “I don’t want to be no sacrifice. A broad smile creeps across his face. It’s a hateful, stinking cesspit of murder and treachery at the best of times… and damn, it’s good to be home. She’s smiling her toothless grin now, exposing rotting gums. The bug was in place for so long that we had balanced around it, and Graves mains had grown accustomed to the extra refreshes. Not too clever, that choice. “I’ve told you not to call me that,” he says. After hitting a champion or reaching the end of its range the shell explodes dealing damage in a cone behind the target. No time to see her wrapped and watertight. It drags my aim off, and I hit the Abyssal Shrine, blasting it apart. Base attack damage increased. Walk out now with that cannon of yours held high and there don’t need to be no more bloodshed.”, “Oh, I’m comin’ out” shouted Graves. The cold numbs the pain, but I reckon there’s blood in the water. “This don’t feel good.”, “But we’re so close!” T.F. “More little rats, sneaking and thieving?” she says. He usually reserves that for a really bad hand of cards, or finding a fresh stain on the ridiculously overpriced tailored jacket he got in Piltover. He points overboard, down into the water. Her voice sounds like, well, exactly how you’d imagine an old sea witch with an octopus on her head would sound. Active: Graves fires an explosive shell in a straight line, dealing heavy physical damage to every non-champion enemy it passes through, as well as the first enemy champion it collides with. “Not without the crown!” T.F. Malcolm Graves is a renowned mercenary, gambler, and thief—a wanted man in every city and empire he has visited. Innate - Double Barrel: Graves' basic attacks consume ammunition for 2 shells.He will reload over a few seconds immediately after expending all shells or withholding leftover shells for a while. Q/R no longer cancel his recoil animation. Graves isn’t getting ahead in the scenarios he should. Seems water did get into her workings. I try to shake it off. Initial damage reduced to 55 / 70 / 85 / 100 / 115 from 60 / 80 / 100 / 120 / 140. It flops to the cave floor, spraying blue blood all over as it thrashes and wriggles. There’s seven of us to one of you. Panic’s slowly rising like a Blood Moon tide. “I thought you didn’t believe the shrine existed,” says T.F. He might try to play it cool, but T.F.’s still looking at me, and I can tell he’s concerned. Far too good, really, for what looks to me like a wild-eel chase. Only a few left who still reckon they can make a play to claim the unofficial throne themselves. Health growth increased. It’s a gaudy thing, decked out with gold leaf and a cat-headed woman for a figurehead, presumably the aforementioned empress. After more than a little swearing and grunting, both T.F. Graves fires a smoke canister at the target area that deals damage and creates a cloud of smoke. I aim Destiny at the chain and pull the trigger—least I can do is give the fella a fighting chance—but nothing happens. Shoulda been easier coming back, knowing where I was going, but it damn near killed me. Smack. ", From Leaguepedia | League of Legends Esports Wiki. Using Quickdraw to get into range and delivering a point blank Buckshot can do lots of damage. Game Updates. A mass of tentacles squeeze out, reaching for us. I yank down his collar, popping a few buttons. Well, that’s just damn stupid. Reverberations shudder through the cave, and ripples spread across the black water. Things detach from the surrounding darkness. Not only did the pair empty the vault of all its treasures, they also tricked the guards into loading the loot onto their hijacked schooner, for a quick getaway through the Sun Gates. “That’s a lot of serpents,” I say, stating the obvious. He’s now significantly more vulnerable to magic damage threats, whether you’re attacking his early game (Elise says hi!) Graves hammered his boot into the inn’s front door, smashing it from its hinges. Detonation base damage increased to 85 / 115 / 145 / 175 / 205 from 80 / 110 / 140 / 170 / 200. A veritable mother lode of old coins, artifacts, and precious gemstones are piled upon the table before her. “Do you mind?” he says. Still, it’s more than a little surprising when the biggest damn creature I’ve ever seen breaches some hundred feet or so off the Ascended Empress’ starboard. v5.8 Active: Graves fires three bullets in a cone, dealing physical damage to all enemies in their path. I unleash both barrels, and blow one of those tentacles clean off. mutters to himself, then scoops up his cards. “It’s never existed, ’til now. A pair of purses, bulging with Krakens, are thrown at our feet. Water continues to pour into the cave, sending me tumbling head over arse before I’m slammed against the wall. I scrabble around desperately, feeling blindly at the walls. Seems like there’re curving spirals carved in the stone, but that ain’t too interesting right now. The beefiest of the Marksman lineup, Graves' burst and tankiness were hallmarks of the carry you'd call when you needed some fighting done - that is, until other bot laners simply started outshining him. “Can’t,” he says, as he lays three cards face down on the upturned barrel in front of him. Q first shot scaling increased. Makes the eyes water. Her clothes are half rotten, and she’s the color of a week-dead fish. “I ain’t callin’ you that. Cone base damage increased to 200 / 280 / 360 from 140 / 250 / 360. At a particularly high-stakes game of cards, he found himself seated opposite Twisted Fate. “That you wouldn’t trust me to shift out with it.”. “I reckon it’s the only bottle you got left.”. There’s a tarnished crown circling their skull, too, a crown that glints like gold, and is fashioned in the form of a hissing serpent…. On the southern borderlands of Valoran, they set two renowned noble houses of Noxus at each other’s throats as cover for the rescue of a kidnapped heir. I won’t admit it, but I appreciate that. Their mutual sense of roguish honor grew into genuine trust, and together they stole from the rich, swindled the foolish, handpicked skilled crews for specific jobs, and sold out their rivals whenever they could. Cooldown increased to 26 / 24 / 22 / 20 / 18 seconds from 20 / 19 / 18 / 17 / 16. calls back, dodging a claw. I take another glance at the witch. Bonus armor per stack reduced to 6 / 9 / 12 / 15 / 18 from 8 / 11 / 14 / 17 / 20. “Naughty rats, nothing here for you, oh no…”, “Now hold on just one moment, lady,” I say, as she swings her legs around and plants her bare feet on the cave floor. I catch another glimpse of movement, and find my eye drawn to an upturned bucket on the floor. Any moment, I expect some big damn tentacles to snake through and pull me back. Cooldown increased to 100 / 90 / 80 seconds from 80 / 70 / 60. damage per additional missile reduced to 25% from 30%. But what he’s been doin’ tonight is proper old-blood river folk stuff. A tentacle darts through and wraps around me. Enemies inside the smoke cloud have reduced sight range and movement speed. In truth, there’s a strange kinda order to it, even if it’s the kinda order imposed by a mind twisted like a sailor’s knot. Release log Next Generation PC PS4 PS5 Xbox One Xbox Series X/S Update 3.10 brings a graphically enhanced and smoother No Man’s Sky to the next generation of consoles. Movement speed increased to 330 from 305. I believe him, too. Each immediately saw in the other the same reckless passion for danger and adventure, and together they formed a most lucrative partnership. I hear T.F. T.F. I leave him to it, and start poking around, prodding into dark spaces with Destiny’s barrels, and being a bit more cautious of where I plant my feet. “Seems the Prince isn’t the only one after the crown.”, “Looks like. Graves is underperforming across the board right now, so we're buffing his defenses to help him survive better in the early game and generally be more comfortable brawling. I grab hold of the oars and start pulling. Was just sent to look for the crown! She starts floating over toward us, toes dragging in the frigid brine. “Sleepin’,” I whisper. Those years locked up ain’t ones I’m getting back. First things first. “Any sign of the crown?”, “No.” He turns back to the shrine. Scowling, she starts to rise up off the floor. “I guess… just leave her be, then?” he says. He stares at it a moment longer, then places it atop his smooth, golden head. “We ain’t no rats, and we ain’t no thieves. Graves fires an explosive shell dealing heavy damage to the first target it hits. “Find them for me, and all this, and more, shall be yours…". We look over to see the slimy beastie wrapping its tentacles around her face. Q - End of the Line hands over the crown, and the Prince takes it, full of reverence. “But she stinks somethin’ fierce. He looks around, frowning. Not much Missy Fortune could do to dispute his claim if he was wearing the Abyssal Crown. After he paid a visit to Priggs, Graves joined the League of Legends with two targets in his sights: Twisted Fate and payback. Base attack damage reduced to 66 from 69. Detonation base damage reduced to 80 / 125 / 170 / 215 / 260 from 85 / 145 / 205 / 265 / 325. My turn. “Let’s finish this!”. He’s got no meat on his bones and slips through like a flounder. Hello Graves mains, I am in the process of writing a reddit bot that aims to return how many times a champion has been nerfed or buffed to the users along side other information in short form. High-ranking one, too. v6.21 Despite changes earlier in the season, we’re still seeing enemies of the Outlaw torn asunder. There’s gotta be a catch—always is—but as I said, the coin on offer weren’t to be sniffed at. https://leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Graves/Background/History?oldid=3148481. Next, we're targeting just how quickly he pumps lead into his targets - often obliterating challenges in a series of animation-cancelled spellcasts. One tries to flank T.F., and I give a shout of warning. Deals magic damage and slows by 50% for 0.5 seconds on impact. On the borderlands of Noxus, they set two renowned houses at each other's throats as cover for the rescue of an heir apparent being held hostage. He could always find work hauling contraband up from the smugglers’ skiffs that came into the bay each night—with a tidy side-gig as hired muscle for various other unsavory local characters, as they went about their business in the port. Break the surface. During a heist that rapidly turned from complex to completely botched, Graves was taken by the local enforcers, while Twisted Fate merely turned tail and abandoned him. R cooldown decreased. “Huh,” I say again. Given how effective -3 AD was at reining the Outlaw in toward the end of last season, +3 AD should be enough to get him back in gunning shape. Can’t see anything worth a damn, but the time for caution is long past. Initial damage reduced to 250 / 350 / 450 from 250 / 375 / 500. I catch T.F.’s eye, and nod down toward Intrepid. Base damage reduced to 60 / 95 / 130 / 165 / 200 from 60 / 105 / 150 / 195 / 240. A lesser man would surely have been broken by all this, but not Malcolm Graves. He clearly wasn’t used to being in the middle of a gunfight. I surface with a gasp. T.F. Movement speed increased to 345 from 330. “Huh?” he says absently. The sea witch—who, I might add, has been cackling away like a fiend this whole time—screeches in fury. I almost shoot, before I see it’s nothing but a damn octopus. It’s an altar of sorts, carved straight outta the stone wall. The two formed an alliance, swindling marks at the tables and scrapping back-to-back in the alleys afterward. “There’s a passage leading farther in, back over there,” T.F. Help me characterise Grave's patch history? He looks a bit familiar… “Think I recognize him,” I say. He’s the one smirking now, as I start taking off my coat and boots. Seems to me there’s a certain level of intelligence in that gaze, more than one’d expect of a big ol’ sea monster. Sarah Fortune reclines, boots up on the table. Base attack damage reduced to 63 from 66. I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or worse. T.F. Tooltip fixed to state the actual explosion damage as 200 / 320 / 440 instead of 200 / 280 / 360. turns over each of the three cards, one by one. They’re as white as serpent milk. I get the feelin’ it’s somewhere deep, deep down in the darkest ocean depths, but here it is, eye-balling us like we’re bait on the end of a line. Once again, Graves found himself escaping his hometown… only this time, he had his old friend in tow. I pocket those, sliding a glance over at T.F. Too many legs. I come up spluttering. Maybe there’s something to this wild-eel chase after all. Mine is the more robust—and I daresay, more admirable—physique, and I lose a few buttons tryin’ to squeeze through. “It should be here…”. Cooldown reduced to 13 / 12 / 11 / 10 / 9 seconds from 14 / 13 / 12 / 11 / 10. I might drown for real this time. The hole’s about the size of a cannonball, at least to start with, but it quickly expands, like a rip in a ship’s hull. lifts up a card so I can see it. “Ah hells,” I breathe. “Nor have I,” says T.F. For how well he scales, Graves takes over early games too reliably—even for an early-game-oriented champion. During a heist that went wrong, Twisted Fate seemingly betrayed and abandoned his partner. We may have used this joke before, but that doesn't matter. Once acquired, Priggs had Graves taken to a special location built to hold men whose crimes - or more precisely their punishments - were meant to stay off the books. “I don’t know. Tricia "mom cat" Tan, shio shoujo. A voice shouted through the broken windows, buoyed with confidence it hadn’t earned and the false bravado of numbers. Base attack damage increased to 66 from 63. Damn near crushes my ribcage as it squeezes and lifts me off my feet. It looks at T.F., but I shout and wave my arms, and its giant pupil snaps toward me. But I’m not imagining it. We’re retuning New Destiny’s specs so Graves has to make a choice between being critting people’s heads off or being the gritty, sustained cleanup crew. Looks like a damn fool to me. “The cards tell me the shrine’s inside.”. Mana cost reduced to 60 at all ranks from 60 / 65 / 70 / 75 / 80. On she comes, floating closer. He yanked the cork free with his teeth and spat it to the floor before taking a swig. Sticks one finger in his ear and gives it a good waggle. Les Graves doivent leur nom à leur sol pauvre recouvert de graviers plus ou moins gros qui, le soir venu, restituent à la vigne la chaleur du soleil emmagasinée durant la journée. v8.8 Who would have thought? All held crossbows or muskets at the ready. v7.20 “Yes, I’m sure,” he replies, sharply. in the face. Building Phantom Dancer+ Death's Dancewill make you deceptively resilient and an excellent duelist givenTrue Grit. Each basic attack against a non-structure reduces Quickdraw's cooldown by 1 second. He takes off his hat and wipes his cheek. Glancing back, I see the little circle of blue marking the tunnel entrance. Tricia "mom cat" Tan, shio shoujo. Pushing it a little further and targeting his mobility, reloading cadence, and ability to stack True Grit all in one change. Overall, Graves was feeling underwhelming, so we're giving him some power in a place that can be counterable. I just grunt in reply. Attack damage growth increased to 3 from 2. I can just make out the tiny figure of the Prince, standing on the Ascended Empress’ deck, arms still lifted to the sky. The new emphasis on early jungle scrapping is pretty much Graves' happy place, and it's left other champions six feet under. There’s a clicking sound, like lots of sticks and twigs breaking, and the walls come alive with movement. “And it’s on me.”. I ain’t tryin’ to kill him, but I want him to have a good long sleep. There. She points her staff at us, and the giant behemoth hurls itself forward, trying to push itself through the hole. Between Graves’ raw brawn and Twisted Fate’s ability to talk his way out of (and occasionally back into) almost any situation, they were an unusually effective team from the outset. “The Abyssal Shrine.” There’s awe in T.F.’s voice. Adventure became as much of a lure as the payoff.