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"Oof...that was a close one..."

Face down in the grass, it dawned on Poppy that this was the first time in a while that she had a chance to catch her breath. Pushing herself up with her stocky little arms, the Yordle tried to think back to what happened as she picked up Orlon's hammer, giving it a few good twirls to ground herself in something familiar. She remembered...the Noxians! She was fighting off the Noxians alongside Jarvan. He had just dived into them when the Earth started to shake. She was falling, and then everything was random...crazy. She saw flashes of familiar places, even recognized some of the faces, but they were gone in an instant. The next thing she knew, she was on that bridge. There were others in front of her, humans, but that was all she could discern before the Bridge started to collapse behind her. She was running, she felt the ground start to fall from under her, she took a great leap...and landed. Safe on the other side.

Feeling a bit more confident about the situation, Poppy rested the hammer on her shoulder and took a quick look around. She counted four people who had crossed the bridge before her. Humans by the look of them, though two of them were dressed rather...strangely. Piltover natives? She would have to ask the pirate with the eyepatch later. That would come later though; right now, she had to find her way back to Demacia to defend from whatever had happened. Clearly something had happened, but it was nothing that the Hero of Demacia couldn't handle, so she had to bring them the hammer right away! Nevermind that feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her something was horribly, horribly wrong. That Hero wasn't going to find himself!

"Howdy," one of the humans called out, the one dressed in leathers that wouldn't be out of place back home. "Nice weather today."

"Ya know...I'm not sure we HAVE weather here," Poppy said, pondering the sky. It didn't look normal, but for whatever reason she couldn't put together the words to describe what was abnormal about it. Slamming her hammer into the rock in front of her, securing it strongly in the stone, she shimmied up the delicately carved handle and stood with one foot on the grip and the other on the bell, peering out over the void they came across. No way to get across that one. Looks like South really was the only way to go. She looked back towards the human who called out to them.

"I don't seem to recognize you....are you Freljordian?"

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