Fiddlesticks
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Fiddlesticks
The Ancient Fear
“It's hunting us. It knows what we're afraid of.”
~ unknown victim
~ unknown victim
Champion Information
Region
Primary Role
Secondary Role
Price:
1350 
585 
585 Resource Bar:
Mana
Release Date:
2009-02-21
Base Statistics
Health:
650 (+106)
Health Regen:
5.5 (+0.6)
Mana:
500 (+28)
Mana Regen:
8 (+0.8)
Attack Damage:
55 (+2.65)
Attack Speed:
0.625 (+2.11%)
Attack Range:
480
Armor:
34 (+4.7)
Magic Resistance:
30 (+1.3)
Movement Speed:
335
Esports Statistics
Win Rate:
258W : 277L (48.22%)
Abilities[edit]
A Harmless Scarecrow
Passive
Ability
Passive
Passive
Affects
Self
Self
Fiddlesticks' trinket is replaced by scarecrow effigies.
Terrify
Q
Fiddlesticks damaging enemies with spells while unseen or targeting an enemy with Terrify's activation strikes a target unit with fear, causing it to flee in terror for a duration.
Bountiful Harvest
W
Fiddlesticks drains health from nearby enemies, dealing bonus execute damage at the end of the duration.
Reap
E
Fiddlesticks slashes an area with its scythe, slowing all enemies hit and silencing enemies hit in the center of the slash.
Crowstorm
R
A murder of crows flock wildly around Fiddlesticks, dealing damage per second to all enemy units in the area.
Lore[edit]
Something has awoken in Runeterra. Something ancient. Something terrible. The ageless horror known as Fiddlesticks stalks the edges of mortal society, drawn to areas thick with paranoia where it feeds upon terrorized victims. Wielding a jagged scythe, the haggard, makeshift creature reaps fear itself, shattering the minds of those unlucky enough to survive in its wake. Beware the sounding of the crow, or the whispering of the shape that appears almost human… Fiddlesticks has returned.
Long, long ago, in a tower by the edge of the sea, a foolish young mage summoned something into the world that he was not prepared to control. What stepped before the boy was something older than recorded history. Something darker than a yawning, starless night. Something the world had desperately tried to forget—and in an instant, the mage, the creature, and the tower itself were lost to all of time.
At least, that’s what the stories say.
In the Freljord, children frighten each other around the fire with tales of a monster that raises itself from untended graves in the ice, its body a shambling mass of helmets, bucklers, furs, and wood. In Bilgewater, drunken sailors trade accounts of something standing alone on a tiny, distant atoll from which no one has ever returned. An old Targonian legend speaks of how a child of twilight stole the only joy from a ragged, whispering horror, while veteran Noxian soldiers prefer the fable of a lonely farmhand who was blamed for a poor harvest and fed to the crows, later returning to the world as a demon.
Demacia. Ixtal. Piltover. Ionia. Shurima. In every corner of Runeterra, these myths persist—reshaped, respun, and passed down by countless generations of storytellers. Stories of a thing that looks almost human and stalks places thick with fear.
But these are simply fables to frighten young children. No one would ever be afraid of a silly old monster called Fiddlesticks…
Until now.
Something has awoken in the Demacian hinterlands, drawn by the climate of rising fear and paranoia. Rural protectorates, separated from the capital by hundreds of miles of farmland, are emptying in mere days. Travelers vanish from the old footpaths. Guard patrols fail to report back from the edges of the kingdom. And wild-eyed survivors claw at their faces from the safety of roadside taverns, wailing of crows that aren’t crows, sounds that aren’t sounds, and a lopsided horror in the shape of a scarecrow that croaks in the stolen voices of the dead.
Most blame rogue mages. Such accusations are common in these days of rebellion.
Yet the truth is far worse. Something has returned, just as it had in the fictitious tale of the young mage in his seaside tower. An evil gone from the world for numberless centuries—long enough that the warnings of a nascent humanity passed into rumor, then myth, then legend… until all that remained were simple fables. An entity so utterly alien that it defies almost all contemporary knowledge of magic. So impossibly ancient that it has always been. So universally feared that even animals grow nervous when someone speaks its name.
In the wake of this revival, another tale, nearly lost to memory, has seen a resurgence throughout the hinterlands. A legend of a great evil that has no form, no thoughts, and no understanding of the world it inhabits, instead building itself into the crude shape of those that fear it. The terror of all living things, given life in that first terrible scream of creation. A demon before demons were known.
At least, that’s what the stories say.
But Fiddlesticks is real.