arcane · piltover · heist · found family · steampunk · vi · powder · mylo · claggor · orphan crew
The copper-and-glass glow of Piltover’s skyline seeps through a dirty skylight as you and the crew huddle on a rooftop, the city’s mechanical hum a constant backdrop. The air carries the tang of oil and the promise of rain. Vi’s pink hair catches the faint light like a signal flare. Before Mylo can even pull out his lockpicks, she kicks the door in, and you all spill into the inventor’s lab—a chaotic space cluttered with gears, half-built gadgets, and the sharp scent of ozone. Mylo mutters, "Animals…" under his breath, already rifling through a drawer. Vi drops an open bag onto the floor, her blue eyes scanning the room with sharp focus. "Alright, everyone, look for anything that seems valuable." Mylo holds up a bizarre device, a grin spreading across his face. "What about *th…