{"id":8995,"date":"2022-09-06T12:12:35","date_gmt":"2022-09-06T11:12:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.fiveminutesspare.com\/entertainment\/?p=8995"},"modified":"2022-09-22T04:58:30","modified_gmt":"2022-09-22T03:58:30","slug":"league-of-legends-gwen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fiveminutesspare.com\/entertainment\/league-of-legends-gwen\/gaming\/league-of-legends\/champions\/fighters\/","title":{"rendered":"League of Legends! Gwen!"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Gwen Introduction<\/h2>\n<p>A former doll transformed and brought to life by magic, Gwen wields the very tools that once created her. She carries the weight of her maker\u2019s love with every step, taking nothing for granted. At her command is the Hallowed Mist, an ancient and protective magic that has blessed Gwen\u2019s scissors, needles, and sewing thread. So much is new to her, but Gwen remains joyfully determined to fight for the good that survives in a broken world in the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.fiveminutesspare.com\/entertainment\/league-of-legends\/gaming\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">League of Legends<\/a>.<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Gwen Quote<\/h2>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8216;The Wind at my back feels so good. I can&#8217;t lose this. I won&#8217;t.&#8217;<\/h3>\n<p><strong>Role<\/strong> &#8211; Fighter<\/p>\n<p><strong>Abilities<\/strong><\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>A THOUSAND CUTS<br \/>\nGwen&#8217;s attacks deal bonus magic damage based on the targets health. She heals for a portion of the damage dealt to champions by this effect.<\/li>\n<li>SNIP SNIP!<br \/>\nGwen snips her scissors in a cone up to 6 times dealing magic damage. Gwen deals true damage to units in the center and applies her passive to them on each snip.<\/li>\n<li>HALLOWED MIST<br \/>\nGwen summons mist that protects her from enemies outside of it. She can only be targeted by enemies who enter the mist.<\/li>\n<li>SKIP &#8216;N SLASH<br \/>\nGwen dashes a short distance then gains Attack Speed, attack range, and magic damage On-Hit for a few seconds. If she hits an enemy during that time, this Ability&#8217;s cooldown is partially refunded.<\/li>\n<li>NEEDLEWORK<br \/>\nGwen hurls a needle that slows enemies hit, deals magic damage, and applies A Thousand Cuts to champions hit. This ability can be cast up to two more times, with each cast throwing additional needles and dealing more damage. Gwen must hit an enemy between each cast to unlock the next one.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><strong>Difficulty<\/strong> &#8211; Moderate<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.leagueoflegends.com\/en-gb\/champions\/gwen\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Go to the official page<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><div class=\"epyt-video-wrapper\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\"  id=\"_ytid_83096\"  width=\"1320\" height=\"743\"  data-origwidth=\"1320\" data-origheight=\"743\"  data-relstop=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/pK4VLNk7uBc?enablejsapi=1&autoplay=0&cc_load_policy=0&cc_lang_pref=&iv_load_policy=1&loop=0&modestbranding=1&rel=0&fs=1&playsinline=0&autohide=2&theme=dark&color=red&controls=1&\" class=\"__youtube_prefs__  no-lazyload\" title=\"YouTube player\"  allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen data-no-lazy=\"1\" data-skipgform_ajax_framebjll=\"\"><\/iframe><\/div>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Gwen Biography<\/h2>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Hallowed Seamstress<\/h2>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">Within the long-lost kingdom of Camavor, there once lived a village of people far from the throne. It was here, in the rural colonies, where a humble seamstress made her beloved doll, Gwen.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">What Gwen can remember of her past, she remembers with love. The seamstress and the doll spent their days crafting, scissors resting in Gwen\u2019s still hands as her maker stitched nearby with needle and thread. At night, the two could be found crouched under the dinner table, the seamstress challenging Gwen to makeshift duels, the clash of silverware against scissors echoing in their candlelit kitchen. In time, the games stopped, and the light faded. Gwen could not understand why, but whenever she struggled to recall details, she felt a twinge of pain, tied to a man whose name and face escaped her. As her memories washed away with the ocean tide, Gwen lay still for centuries, quiet and forgotten.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">Then one night, her eyes opened. Gwen awoke for the very first time on a shadowy beach far from her home. By magic, unbeknownst to her, she had been transformed into a living girl who could move her hands and feet\u2014all on her own! Gwen took to life with joy. She skipped across the sand, amazed by how far her eyes could see, how wondrous every pebble was to her touch, and how incredible the wind felt on her back. Along the coast, scattered debris left abandoned for a millennium caught her attention. Lying beside broken chests were oddly familiar tools.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">Scissors. Needles. Thread.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">Gwen recognized them immediately. These were her maker\u2019s tools. When her fingers touched them, a burst of mist glinting with light flowed from her hands. To her, it felt safe and warm, like the soothing embrace of a hallowed past. But Gwen was not the only one drawn to this magic. Lurking in the isles, a different mist swarmed. Black in colour, it coiled and twisted, forming into fearsome wraiths. Something within Gwen\u2019s newfound presence attracted them\u2014something they hungered for with obsession.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">As the wraiths came for her, Gwen was undeterred. She thrust her scissors at them. To her delight, more of her mist filled the air, enchanting the size and strength of her tools and turning them from mere steel into spectral magic. But the wraiths were relentless. They swelled in number, fueled by the ever-growing Black Mist. Gwen began to feel a tragic, strangely familiar pain. Surrounded by wraiths, suppressed memories surfaced. She recalled images of her maker, sick and wounded, lying in anguish. Near her was a man whose face finally returned to Gwen.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\"><i>Viego<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">Remembering his name brought Gwen to her knees. Wistfully, she reflected on the bygone moments spent with her maker\u2014a happier, simpler time\u2014and stole one final glance at her scissors&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">It was then Gwen realized something amazing. Her maker, victim to that man\u2019s twisted vanity, was not fully gone. The seamstress\u2019 tools, the very tools that first sewed and stitched Gwen together, were now in her hands. Gwen believed this was no accident. She knew, deep down, her maker was still with her, still fighting. This was a gift Gwen would not take for granted. Grasping needles and thread, she spun clouds of Hallowed Mist to push back the swarming wraiths. Her scissors slashed hard and fast, reminiscent of those blissful nights when her maker imagined grand battles beneath their kitchen table. Soon, the wraiths were no more.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p_1_sJ\">Though triumphant, Gwen recognized this was only the beginning. She could sense these wraiths and Viego were linked, both responsible for the spread of immense pain. With no time to lose, she resolved to track the Black Mist and stop it at any cost. Gwen expected this endeavor to be strenuous, yet she reveled in every second of being alive\u2014for who knew how long this blessing would last? Having been given a unique chance at life, Gwen chooses to be an indomitable, positive force against all odds. She journeys across Runeterra, determined to restore joy to those who are hurt and suffering. To Gwen, each moment is precious, and each step driven with purpose.<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Gwen&#8217;s Story<\/h2>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Stranger who sews<\/h3>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">By Michael Luo<\/h4>\n<p>Under the setting sun, hidden behind a dense thicket, a young lady stands with large black bows in her silvery blue hair, complimented by golden ornaments and an elegantly tailored dress. Her hands grip a pair of giant spectral scissors. It has been weeks\u2014months, maybe\u2014since she first arrived on the western continent. The land here paints a vast horizon, the biggest she has ever seen, but Gwen has one thing on her mind:<\/p>\n<p>The Black Mist.<\/p>\n<p>She has tracked it here all the way from the Isles, stopping it wherever she could. Not far off in the distance sits a small cobblestone farmhouse. A chimney puffs out smoke. Foggy windows begin to glow with the reflection of candlelight. A wooden door swings open and two boys run out, each holding a doll. They chase one another across the farm, laughing and shouting words of battle. In this moment, they are no longer children and their toys no longer cloth and string. They are kings and their toys are brave warriors, fighting evil to defend their kingdoms.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen sighs. She thinks of her maker\u2019s home, not too different from the one before her now. She remembers how it felt to play without a worry in the world. Back when she was a toy doll herself, back when her maker was happy and safe&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The pain always hits first. Gwen clutches her chest, and then she sees it. From the woods to the east, it comes: thin tendrils of blackened mist, coiling over each other to form almost familiar shapes. Their contorted hands claw for life under the weight of piercing screams. The boys drop their toys and run.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen cannot bear to hear their cries. Not those of the Black Mist\u2014that she has heard many times\u2014but of the children. They are innocent. They deserve joy.<\/p>\n<p>She leaps out of the thicket. Her scissors swing high above her head, white wisps flowing from their closed blades. As her dress twirls, she slashes in a downward arc, ripping a slew of unsuspecting Black Mist wraiths asunder.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHa!\u201d Gwen shouts. \u201cTook you quite long enough. Scared of me, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The wraiths turn their attention to Gwen and screech through jagged maws.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen looks to the stunned children, crouched behind a fallen tree. Her voice softens. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. I won\u2019t let them hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The wraiths swarm. Somber cries fill the air. Dark, ruinous clouds materialize out of the once gentle sky, surrounding Gwen. The boys huddle close.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen opens her scissors. For a breath, the wraiths stand still. Gwen seizes her chance and dashes forward. She cuts too fast for the naked eye. Tufts of darkness appear and fade, sheared out of existence by Gwen\u2019s magical blades. One, two, three seconds later, and only a small handful of the Black Mist\u2019s servants remain.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen catches her breath, one hand on her knee, the other holding her scissors nose-down in the dirt. Ripped threads of her dress sway in the wind. Her eyes scan for the collapsed tree. Two pairs of frightened eyes peek out. She turns her attention back to the wraiths. \u201cI won\u2019t let them down,\u201d she says to herself. \u201cI promised I wouldn\u2019t let anyone down.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She plucks a few needles out of her pocket and throws them upward. With a spin, she smacks a hand down on the ground. The needles, as if on command, fall into place and form a circle around Gwen. She closes her eyes and whispers, \u201cHallowed be my mist.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Threads of mist, white with glints of light, flow from each needle. One boy covers his eyes. The other looks on. This mist is different. It feels quiet, warm, safe even? Its threads swirl and blend neatly, the work of a master seamstress. Soon, Gwen is shrouded by a protective fog.<\/p>\n<p>A single wraith, brave or desperate, dives into this mysterious domain. The others corral nearby, eager to follow. Inside, Gwen dances circles around her foe. She dodges every claw, every swipe, chuckling between the clangs of her scissors.<\/p>\n<p>Another wraith enters. Another chuckle echoes.<\/p>\n<p>From the outside, both boys watch in awe. Who is she? What is she?<\/p>\n<p>To them, it appears easy, but Gwen knows these wraiths are relentless. She needs to end this. Gritting her teeth, she swings her scissors, slicing another wraith in two before setting her weapon aside. She draws her last needles and, channeling all the magic she can muster, shoots them forward. They fly from the shroud into the hollow chests of the wraiths.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen does not chuckle. She lets out a triumphant yell as the wraiths burst and vanish, leaving only needles on the dirt.<\/p>\n<p>A cool breeze tickles Gwen\u2019s glistening brow as all the mist fades. She grabs her scissors and needles, and exhales. Her eyes turn back to the fallen tree where the children now sit.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen approaches them. \u201cAre you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A grass-stained face looks at her and nods. \u201cYou\u2019re amazing!\u201d the other boy exclaims. He drops his torn doll to the ground where another already lies. \u201cNot like us,\u201d he mutters under his breath. \u201cWe can\u2019t do nothin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Gwen frowns. She senses their pain. They were helpless, and they have every right to be sad and angry, yet she can\u2019t help but see the broken dolls and feel hurt herself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWho are\u2014\u201d one boy begins. \u201cWill you stay with us?\u201d the other blurts out.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen wonders for a second before a bedraggled woman, short of breath, rushes out and embraces the children.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy darlings! I\u2019m so glad you\u2019re safe,\u201d she says, tears flowing down her face.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cExcuse me, miss,\u201d Gwen says politely. \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, you\u2019ll have to forgive me,\u201d the woman replies. \u201cWhere are my manners?\u201d She wipes her eyes, sees Gwen in full for the first time, and hesitates.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe\u2019s our mom, duh!\u201d a child says. The woman nods and kisses her son.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you,\u201d the woman says to Gwen, her voice quavering. \u201cI don&#8217;t know what those things were, or who you are, for that matter&#8230; but you saved my boys, and that\u2019s enough for me.\u201d Her hands reach toward Gwen, palms open\u2014a sign of gratitude.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen looks at the mother\u2019s hands, the calluses on her fingers and the nicks in her nails. She sees her apron, its front pocket holding a near-empty spool with thread trailing toward the cobblestone house. Gwen eyes the broken dolls again and smiles knowingly. Watching the mother\u2019s arms wrapped around her children, she hears laughter. Its sweet tones of happiness and relief remind Gwen of something stronger than the children\u2019s pain.<\/p>\n<p>Love.<\/p>\n<p>And not just a pure, innocent kind, but one born out of sacrifice. Gwen steals a glance at the distant horizon, remembering her maker. She lays her scissors down and picks up the children\u2019s dolls, setting them in their mother\u2019s hands.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, these silly toys I made for them,\u201d the woman says.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy, I was once a silly toy, just like these,\u201d Gwen says. \u201cBut I was brought to life by magic.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMagic! What magic?\u201d a boy asks.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, I\u2019m not entirely sure,\u201d Gwen thinks aloud, \u201cbut the person who had that magic was my maker, you see, and the sacrifices she made came from a very special place. A joyful, loving place.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Gwen turns to the woman. \u201cYour mother might know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The woman and her children stare at Gwen, confused.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Gwen says to them, knowing the Black Mist is still out there. \u201cI must get going.\u201d She grabs her scissors with one hand and flicks out two threads with the other. They float in the air, two precious heartstrings, before finding homes in the dolls\u2019 torn fabric, sewing their rips together.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWow!\u201d one boy says, lifting his mended toy up high. His brother imitates Gwen\u2019s flicking motion at his own doll, hoping it\u2019ll somehow animate on its own. \u201cI wish I had magic,\u201d he says, eyes wide.<\/p>\n<p>Gwen looks at the mother, whose love is reflected in how tight she holds her children, and sees the brothers\u2019 joy, listening to their renewed laughter as they play with their dolls.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou do,\u201d Gwen whispers before turning to leave the family behind.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gwen Introduction A former doll transformed and brought to life by magic, Gwen wields the very tools that once created her. She carries the weight of her maker\u2019s love with every step, taking nothing for granted. 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