Why is elise so strong

Shall I call upon you tonight? Last I came to your abode, there was no answer, but if you would not object to me letting myself in, I would lay such presents at your lovely feet. If you would not take it amiss, the presence of the cobwebs in your home leaves me somewhat… unsettled. Should you so desire, I have a maid who would happily attend to these matters, if so instructed. Please, say you will see me again!

I know better now than to dispose of your little house guests, which are no doubt as helpful as they are harmless. I promise my mistake will not be repeated. I believe I saw one of your… pets … adorned with an expensive-looking headband given by Lord Istris to his wife some years ago, but surely it is not the same one?

If that piece did not please you, perhaps I might offer you a priceless diadem from my collection, instead?

To ascend the stairs of your home always seems to take an eternity, and though your pets unsettle me, I climb each time with fond eagerness and admiration in my heart. At the top lies my lady love, my slender goddess, my queen! Oh, Elise! You captivate me! Your beauty arrests me, and I am powerless in your tender embrace.

You have only to ask, my love, and I will give you my heart. His footfalls over the nearby rooftops, though soft and artfully placed, vibrated the stagnant air within her gloomy abode like the plucked string of a lute in a silent temple. His approach had wakened her from dreams of the ocean, darkness rising up in a tsunami that roared over the world to leave it forever sunk beneath dead black waters. Part of her relished the extinction this wave would bring, even as she knew she had played some role in its coming.

The dream fell away as her multi-faceted eyes opened and she reached out through her every sense. Perceptions colored by scents and sounds, movement felt in the tremors of the air. Still weary and worn thin from her most recent voyage to the mist-wreathed isles, her irritation grew at the thought of having to deal with yet another intruder. Her cellar lair was folded with shadow, but the heavy barrels, rotted tapestries, and icy floorboards were as clear to her as if daylight were pouring through the shuttered grates.

A whisper of skittering legs echoed throughout the manse, a rustle of hundreds of glossy bodies scuttling from their domains in anticipation of her desires. The dripping walls and sagging ceiling rippled with undulant motion and the gleam of thousands of unblinking eyes. She ran her tongue across needle-like teeth, learning more of him with every inward breath. She felt his approach, fully aware of what had drawn him to her shuttered manse on this bitterly cold night.

And who had likely sent him. Nyam moved over the rooftops with soft and sure footsteps, his loose-fitting tunic and cloak of gray wool making him all but invisible. He kept low, just below the tiled ridges of the buildings, carefully judging every step over the thin layer of snowfall. A loose tile, a patch of ice—that was all it would take to end this night in death, his body broken on the cobbled street.

But Nyam had plundered tombs sunk deep in the sands of his homeland, and climbed the cliff-temples on the road to Marrowmark in search of treasure. He had evaded traps set in the ruins of kings and gods, so the swaybacked rooftops of Noxus—uneven, high, and filled with pitted hand- and footholds—offered little in the way of challenge to a thief of his skill.

Sheathed across his shoulder, it had been a knife to the dead god, but was a sword to Nyam. The place his paymaster had spoken of was just ahead, looming like a grand shadow of its former glory, its windows shuttered, and its gambrel roof rotten where tiles had slipped loose and fallen to the streets below. Nyam reached the icicle-hung gable at the end of a roof, and perched at its edge with perfect balance as he uncoiled a length of rope from his belt.

He unfolded the hooks of a grapnel and, with practiced ease, cast it toward a gap between a row of cracked chimneys. The hook landed precisely where he had aimed, and he gave the rope a tug. The cold air cut into him as he swung over, bracing his legs like a spring to bear the impact. His boots were soft, but he winced as the sound echoed throughout the crumbling building like a hammer upon an anvil. Snow fell from the eaves, and Nyam took a moment, listening for any sign that he had been heard.

Nyam coiled the rope and crouched in the shadow behind a chimney. Only a very few chimneys in this district smoked with a hearth fire. Other parts of the capital glimmered, ruddy with firelight. Cookfires, warrior pyres beyond the walls, and braziers set in shrines to the Wolf. This area of the city felt all but abandoned, the empty windows of its black stone structures seeming like they had never known light.

Tattered curtain cloth was frozen stiff by the sighing winds funneled through the narrow streets. Pallid moonlight cast its radiance over empty streets, where the snow lay undisturbed. How such a deserted space could exist in a city where every inch of ground was precious was a mystery to Nyam, but this was where his employer had directed him. Flakes of snow swirled around him as he descended, diamond motes glittering in the faint moonlight.

He took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the gloom within the manse, seeing that he hung within what appeared to be a grand receiving room with a wide fireplace of gold-veined marble. Linen-draped furniture was situated around the room: long couches, wide divans pushed up against the walls, and empty chairs.

Judging by the icy stiffness of the fabric, Nyam guessed many years had passed since this room had been shuttered. The parquet floor was strewn with tiles and broken roof timbers, and he carefully placed his leading foot between the debris, testing for creaks and groans. Slowly he let his weight settle, and released the rope. Nyam pushed back his hood and ran a hand over his shaven scalp, the skin dark and stubbled, tattooed, and pierced with ivory needles like a thorny crown.

He crouched low and placed his palm on the floor, closing his eyes and letting the bones of the manse speak to him. A faint hiss like a thousand whispered voices speaking in unison, a soft sense of motion all around him. A crawling sensation traveled the length of his spine, and he suppressed a shiver, telling himself it was just the cold fingers of the north wind. He eased his gaze around the room, not letting his eyes fix on any one point, allowing his peripheral vision to catch any movement.

He saw nothing, only the swirl of snowflakes and the tiny fluttering of cloth. The elegantly written letter had been precise: enter the Zaavan mansion, find the library, and steal the designated artifact. The instructions described a grand library in the eastern wing of the manse, a room entered via tall doors of ebon black, just off the mezzanine above an octagonal atrium.

Nyam rose and moved to the walls, where the timber floor would be less likely to creak with his weight, and edged along them to a wide door at the far end of the room.

It hung ajar, and gusts of soft wind sighed through from beyond. A narrow table ran its length, still set for a lavish dinner, with painted ceramic plates and gleaming silver cutlery laid out in anticipation of guests who would never arrive. Platters were piled high with frost-dusted fruit and icy cuts of meat. Would such meat be edible, preserved by the cold? At the center of the table was a domed silver tray, and a sudden curiosity made him want to see what lay beneath.

And a swirling mass of creatures erupted from a moldering joint of beef, gloss-black and skittering—spiders fleeing the light in their hundreds.

None was larger than his thumbnail, and Nyam flinched in horror as they spilled from the edge of the table in a squirming tide. He winced, and his hand snapped to the sword at his shoulder. Cursing his stupidity, Nyam moved swiftly to a curtained window, finding the shadows and becoming one with the darkness. Stillness was his ally, and he remained utterly motionless, waiting for any sign his foolish mistake had been heard.

He strained to hear something amiss—a sullen watchman, or even perhaps the owner of this house. If anything, the house felt somehow quieter, as though something else was right next to him, invisibly watching and waiting.

The seconds became minutes, and finally, Nyam let out a relieved sigh. The house was empty and abandoned, something once grand now reduced to a ruin. Elise crawled from her cellar lair to the ground floor of the manse, moving swiftly along the walls and fluted columns to the mezzanine, each of her multiple limbs in perfect synchrony.

Her chittering spiderling host followed in her wake, eager to race ahead and swarm this intruder, but she held them back for now. Her arachnoid form was as black as midnight, segmented and deadly, with an abdomen patterned with blood-red streaks. Her bladed and slender legs moved lightly, making no sound at all. A clash of metal echoed from within as her foreclaw reached for the door.

She paused, and her scuttling host did so too, gently swaying on their many legs. Elise pushed the memory away. Even now, centuries later, the pain of that night still lingered.

Despite drinking the antidote to the poison, she had drifted near death for weeks after his betrayal. Yet as agonizing as those weeks had been, they had signaled the coming of her rebirth. Elise paused, savoring the rising tension in the thief—but beneath that, she tasted long-buried fears and a will to survive past torments, which found their echo within her.

Elise turned from the dining room and swiftly crossed the mezzanine to a set of tall black doors. The door opened into a high-ceilinged atrium, eight sided and rising to a stained-glass dome high above.

The mezzanine floor ran around the edges of the atrium, though its timbers had collapsed in several places, and the curving staircase leading down to the vestibule was in ruins far below. Fragments of colored glass lay shattered in the vestibule, and Nyam peered up into the gloom to see the broken portions of the dome had been sealed with some kind of pale fibrous resin or gum.

Thick cobwebs spanned the upper reaches of the atrium, and Nyam saw wet-looking bundles held fast within them, squirming with a grotesque internal motion. Whatever they were, it was no concern of his. Directly across from the dining room were a pair of imposing doors of jet-black wood, polished and gleaming like dark mirrors. Nyam slipped across the mezzanine, carefully testing the integrity of the floor with each step before committing his weight.

The wood creaked and groaned, but held. He reached the doors and tested a handle, grimacing in revulsion as his hand came away sticky with a gummy yellow-white residue. The door clicked open, and Nyam forgot his disgust as he heard a soft sound, like sand spilling over rocks. Rats were a common enough sight in Noxus.

Its shelves were high, crafted with love and care from pale wood with a fine, contoured grain. Every bookcase had been violently emptied—leather-bound tomes, scrolls, and sheaves of paper cast to the floor in disarray, books likely worth a small fortune lying amid ancient scrolls that had been torn like discarded army scrip tokens. Artifacts of strange and unusual design had been smashed to pieces, and statues of onyx and jade lay broken into shards.

A swaying black chandelier hung from a slender cord over the center of the room. And there, at the far end of the chamber, was a cabinet of dark wood and cold iron, from which a soft illumination pulsed.

He wondered why anyone would destroy such a treasure trove of wisdom and imagination. This chaos had the hallmarks of someone wreaking havoc in blind fury. Judging by the dust gathered on the embossed covers and gilded spines, that rage had been spent long ago. He bent to lift a book from the floor, its pages brittle with age.

Portions of its thick leather cover bore the same glistening residue from the door handle. He opened it, and saw the harsh, angular script of the old tongue of Noxus, a language only the highborn patricians ever used. Placing the book back on the floor, Nyam pressed on, hearing the soft sound of sand over stone once again.

He paused, trying to pinpoint the noise, but it was all around him. Finally, he reached the cabinet, its black wood oddly glistening with a patina of moisture that seemed to be oozing from within, as though something inside was leaking.

Careful not to touch the liquid, he bent to sniff it. He knelt to examine the cabinet from the ground up, looking for any trap mechanisms, his ungloved hands gliding over the wet wood in search of catches, switches, or latches. His awareness of his surroundings faded, all his attention focused on the cabinet and whatever lethal surprises it might have in store.

Its doors appeared to be secured by the simplest of locks. Nyam ran his fingertips around the handles, then drew a mirror from his pouches and used it to peer within the mechanism of the pinlock. No spring-loaded needle, no glass pellet of lethal gas, nor any inscribed curses or magical trap runes.

Satisfied the lock was just as it seemed, he reached up and slid out one of the longer ivory needles from a pierced fold of skin on his scalp. He pressed it into the lock and gently eased the iron pins from their holes.

He was suddenly ravenous, ready to tear raw flesh from the bone and drain entire vats of beer. His appetite from the dining room returned tenfold, and for a fleeting second, he considered going back to take one of the cuts of meat from the table.

Elise is the manifestation of Vita Sexualis, Mori's ability. As such, Mori's moods and desires largely affect Elise's nature as a "human", which becomes particularly evident when observing her past nature to her current. Furthermore, given Mori's "preferences", Elise does not age past the appearance of a young girl.

When Mori activates her powers, Elise can fly at high speeds. She summons a giant syringe, harkening to Mori's background as a military and underground surgeon, and fights with superhuman strength. When defeated, Elise does not "die", she disappears. Mori can resummon her, however, it's unknown if there's a specific amount of time he must wait before he can do so. When asked to give a list of injured soldiers, Elise obediently agrees, showing that she wasn't always a headstrong, lively girl.

However, at some point, Mori changed Elise's personality to be more like Yosano's. This likely occurred after Yosano's mental breakdown left her catatonic, with Mori changing Elise to "replace" Yosano, hence her difficult and stubborn nature towards Mori in the present. Elise fights against Fukuzawa after the latter learns of Mori's attempts of manipulating Yosano even after she's mentally broken under his thumb.

The results of the battle are unknown, but it's likely she was defeated by him. The Guild Aftermath Arc. Template:Character Navbox. Bungo Stray Dogs Wiki.

Welcome to Bungo Stray Dogs Wiki! Bungo Stray Dogs Wiki Explore. Elise is one of the most well-rounded champions in League of Legends. Her kit has clear weaknesses, but if you play to her strengths, you will find solo queue wins easier than ever.

Forget about AD assassins and tanks, Elise should be the first name on your list of junglers for your champion pool. League of Legends. Courtesy of Riot Games. Next: Patch Streaming More Netflix News ». More Amazon News ». View all Streaming Sites. More Movie News ». Lee Sin often drops low in jungle. That is why you can try to catch him while jungling. Many Lee Sin players try to catch you at your second buff in the early game.

He has a lot of early damage and you won't win the fight if he lands his Q. You should not fight him while he has red buff. Also he is able to dodge your cocoon with his trickstar. Elise is strong against Vi because you can cancel her Q with your cocoon and dodge her ultimate with your rapell.

Also you can trade with vi in everytime moment because of that. Graves wins trades in the early game because he has more damage than you and is not as squishy as you.

Even in mid game if he builds Maw you can't win the trades. Skill based matchup. If you can dodge her spears with your rappel and land your cocoon you can kill her. Nidalees early game is squishy too. Fighting Nocturne as Elise is not the best decision. Elise often win trades after only after landing the cocoon. Nocturne can easy dodge prevent your cocoon with his spell shield. Also he has a high damage output combined with his fear and movement speed.

He isn't that squishy in the early game. Also his damage output is high combined with his cc. You should prevent fighting Gragas. You can win trades vs.

Rek'Sai in the early game. In my opinion winning matchup. Kindred is very squishy and Elise is able to burst her down. If you miss your cocoon she can be able to kite you. At level 6 you can outplay her ult with your rappel. Just down on her if she tries to run out. If she keep fighting you stay in the air until her ult has finished. Kindred is able to counterjungle you as well. That's why you should pay attention. In this matchup you have got the advantage until level 6. Elise have got way more pre 6 damage than rengar.

After level 6 and a few items you shouldn't be able to fight him anymore. But if you are ahead in items and dodge his jump out of his ult with your rappel you can win the fight. In this matchup you should prevent counterjungling.

Concentrate on ganking and counterganking After level 6 he may counterjungle you. Hecarim will gank often because of his speed and early game jungle damage and clearin speed. Try to counter jungling as good as you can. If you are able to countergank him it will be even more better than counterjungling.

Overall you should be able to win trades against until level 6. After level 6 try to dodge his ult with your rappel. Trundle isn't the best jungler in my opinion. He is very squishy pre 6 and his ganks aren't the best. Pre 6 you are able to fight him. If his ult is available never fight him only if you are way ahead.

Concentrate on ganking and counterganking. That's the way how to win the matchup. Tryndamere will farm up the whole early game. His ganks aren't strong. Concentrate on ganking. You can try to kill him in his jungle but in my opinion trying to help you team getting ahead due to ganking would be better. Normally he won't counterjungle you. Master Yi is comparable to Tryndamere. He will farm up until he have got his ult.