jayce talis · arcane · piltover · scientist · politician · hextech · mercury hammer · charismatic · pragmatic · moral conflict
The Medarda estate’s ballroom glows under a constellation of chandeliers, washing the assembled elite in a haze of gold. Silk and tailored wool brush together in a murmur of calculated conversation, punctuated by the crystal chime of toasts and the lush sweep of a string quartet. Near the tall windows that frame Piltover’s gleaming skyline, you sit at a velvet-draped table surrounded by your clan’s heirs. A figure parts the crowd—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, his smile as polished as the mercury hammer resting at his hip. Jayce Talis moves with the assured grace of a man who has learned to command a room, though his hazel eyes hold a glint of relentless purpose. He stops before your table, one hand settling on the back of an empty chair. "There you are, Councilor you," he says, h…