Sending everyone back to Mexico - Preseason 7 Taliyah Guide
Summoner Spells Back to Top
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Items Back to Top
Starting Items
Core Items
Situational Items
Matchups Back to Top
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AhriMedium
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AkaliHard
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AniviaMedium
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AnnieMedium
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Aurelion SolEasy
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AzirMedium
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BrandMedium
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CassiopeiaMedium
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Cho'GathMedium
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CorkiMedium
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DianaHard
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EkkoMedium
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EzrealHard
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FizzHard
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GalioHard
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HeimerdingerMedium
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JayceMedium
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KarmaHard
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KarthusEasy
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KassadinMedium
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KatarinaEasy
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KayleEasy
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KennenHard
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LeBlancMedium
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LissandraMedium
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LuluEasy
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LuxMedium
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MalzaharMedium
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MorganaHard
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OriannaMedium
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RyzeMedium
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SwainHard
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SyndraMedium
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TaliyahMedium
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TalonMedium
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Twisted FateMedium
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VarusMedium
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VeigarHard
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Vel'KozEasy
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ViktorHard
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VladimirHard
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XerathHard
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YasuoMedium
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ZedHard
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ZiggsMedium
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ZileanMedium
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ZyraMedium
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Ahri
Medium
VS

Akali
Hard
VS

Anivia
Medium
VS

Annie
Medium
VS

Aurelion Sol
Easy
VS

Azir
Medium
VS

Brand
Medium
VS

Cassiopeia
Medium
VS

Cho'Gath
Medium
VS

Corki
Medium
VS

Diana
Hard
VS

Ekko
Medium
VS

Ezreal
Hard
VS

Fizz
Hard
VS

Galio
Hard
VS

Heimerdinger
Medium
VS

Jayce
Medium
VS

Karma
Hard
VS

Karthus
Easy
VS

Kassadin
Medium
VS

Katarina
Easy
VS

Kayle
Easy
VS

Kennen
Hard
VS

LeBlanc
Medium
VS

Lissandra
Medium
VS

Lulu
Easy
VS

Lux
Medium
VS

Malzahar
Medium
VS

Morgana
Hard
VS

Orianna
Medium
VS

Ryze
Medium
VS

Swain
Hard
VS

Syndra
Medium
VS

Taliyah
Medium
VS

Talon
Medium
VS

Twisted Fate
Medium
VS

Varus
Medium
VS

Veigar
Hard
VS

Vel'Koz
Easy
VS

Viktor
Hard
VS

Vladimir
Hard
VS

Xerath
Hard
VS

Yasuo
Medium
VS

Zed
Hard
VS

Ziggs
Medium
VS

Zilean
Medium
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Zyra
Medium
Disclaimer Back to Top
I want this section to be here because i want you to know that everything i write on this guide is what I think is good or bad for Taliyah and in the game in general. Obviously, it depends on your playstyle wether you agree with me on what i wrote or not.
Why are most of her matchups rated medium? Back to Top
Well basically, most of them are put on medium since because Taliyah really relies on being better than her opponent to get kills in lane, since she needs to outplay them in order to kill them. Most of midlane champions are the ones with equal or better waveclear than she does,and many of them just have more damage in the earlier stages of the game.
Why would you play Taliyah? Back to Top
I know, she's not in the best spot right now. But for me Taliyah is one of the most funny champions in the game. She also taught me a lot on how to roam and to play passively, since i was used to only play assassins and play a feast or famine style,always ending up dying to ganks.
Taliyah's lore Back to Top
Born in the rocky foothills bordering Icathia's corrupted shadow, Taliyah spent her childhood herding goats with her tribe of nomadic weavers. Where most outsiders see Shurima as a beige and barren waste, her family raised her to be a true daughter of the desert and to see beauty in the rich hues of the land. Taliyah was always fascinated by the stone beneath the dunes. When she was a toddler, she collected colorful rocks as her people followed the seasonal waters. As she grew older, the earth itself seemed drawn to her, arcing and twisting to follow her tracks through the sand.
After her sixth high summer, Taliyah wandered from the caravan in search of a lost goatling that had been placed in her charge. Determined not to disappoint her father - the master shepherd and headman of the tribe - she tracked the young animal into the night. She followed the hoofprints through a dry wash to a box canyon. The little beast had managed to get high up the rock wall, but could not get down.
The sandstone called to her, urging her to pull handholds from the sheer wall. Taliyah laid a tentative palm against the rock, determined to rescue the scared animal. The elemental power she felt was as urgent and overwhelming as a monsoon rain. As soon as she opened herself to the magic, it poured over her, the stone leaping to her fingertips, bringing both the canyon wall and the beast down on top of her.
The next morning, Taliyah's panicked father tracked the skittish bleats of the goatling. He fell to his knees when he found his daughter unconscious, covered loosely in a blanket of woven stone. Grief-stricken, he returned to the tribe with Taliyah.
Two days later, the girl awoke from fevered dreams in the tent of Babajan, the tribe's grandmother. Taliyah began to tell the wise woman and her concerned parents of her night in the canyon, of the rock that called to her. Babajan consoled the family, telling them that the patterns of rock were evidence the Great Weaver, the desert tribe's mythical protector, watched over the girl. In that moment, Taliyah saw her parents' deep worry and decided to conceal what really happened that night: that she - not the Great Weaver - had pulled at the desert stone.
When children in Taliyah's tribe were old enough, they performed a dance under the face of the full moon, the manifestation of the Great Weaver herself. The dance celebrated the children's innate talents and demonstrated the gifts they would bring to the tribe as adults. This was the start of their path to true learning, as those children then became apprenticed to their teachers.
Taliyah continued to hide her growing power, believing the secret she carried was a danger, not a blessing. She watched as her childhood playmates spun wool to keep the tribe warm on cold desert nights, demonstrated their skill with shears and dye, or wove patterns that told the stories of her people. On those nights, she would lie awake long after the coals had burned to ash, tormented by the power she felt stirring within.
The time finally came for Taliyah's dance beneath the full moon. While she had talent enough to be a capable shepherd like her father, or a pattern mistress like her mother, the young girl dreaded what her dance would truly reveal. As Taliyah took her place on the sand, the tools of her people - the shepherd's crook, the spindle, and the loom - surrounded her. She tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but it was the distant rocks, the layered colors of the land, that called to her. Taliyah closed her eyes and danced. Overwhelmed by the power flowing through her, she began to spin not thread, but the very earth beneath her feet.
Startled cries from Taliyah's tribe broke her out of her spell. An imposing

It was her father who found her again in the desert. As they sat in the light of the rising sun, Taliyah confessed her secret in choked sobs. In turn, he did the only thing a parent could do: He hugged his daughter tightly. He told her that she couldn't run from her power, that she must complete her dance and see where her path would take her. Turning her back on the Great Weaver's gift was the only danger that could truly break his and her mother's heart.
Taliyah returned with her father to the tribe. She entered the dancer's circle with her eyes open. This time, she wove a new

When it was over, the tribe sat in awe. Taliyah waited nervously. It was time for one of her people to stand as her teacher and claim the student. What felt like eons stretched between Taliyah's hammering heartbeats. She heard gravel shift as her father stood. Next to him, her mother stood. Babajan and the dye mistress and the master spinner stood. In a moment, the whole tribe was on its feet. All of them would stand with the girl who could weave stone.
Taliyah looked at each of them. She knew that a power like hers had not been seen in generations, perhaps longer. They stood with her now, their love and trust surrounding her, but their worry was palpable. None among them heard the earth call as she did. As much as she loved these people, she did not see the one who could show her how to control the elemental magic that coursed within her. She knew that to stay with her tribe was to risk their lives. Though it pained all of them, Taliyah said farewell to her parents and her people, and set off alone into the world.
She journeyed west toward the distant peak of Targon, her natural connection to rock drawing her toward the mountain that brushed the stars. However, at the northern edge of Shurima, it was those who marched beneath the banner of Noxus who discovered her power first. In Noxus, magic like hers was celebrated, they told her; revered, even. They promised her a teacher.
The land had raised Taliyah to be trusting, so she was unprepared for the smooth promises and practiced smiles of Noxian dignitaries. Soon, the desert girl found herself on an unbending path, passing under the many Noxtoraa, the great iron gates that marked the Empire's claim over a conquered land.
The crush of people and the layers of politics within the capital city were claustrophobic to a girl from the open desert. Taliyah was paraded through the tiers of Noxian magical society. Many took an interest in her power, its potential, but it was a fallen captain who swore to take her to a wild place across the sea, a place where she could hone her abilities without fear, who made the most convincing case. She accepted the young officer's offer and crossed the sea to Ionia. However, it was made clear as their ship dropped anchor that she was intended as a glorified weapon for a man desperate to regain his place at the highest ranks of the Noxian navy. At dawn, the captain gave her a choice: Bury a sleeping people in their homes, or be discarded in the surf.
Taliyah looked across the bay. The cooking smoke had not yet risen from the village's sleeping hearths. This was not the lesson she had come so far to learn. Taliyah refused, and the captain threw her overboard to drown.
She escaped the tide and the fighting on the beach and found herself wandering, lost, in the wintry mountains of Ionia. It was there she finally discovered her

While resting at an isolated inn, Taliyah heard that the Ascended

Taliyah returned home to the sand-swept dunes of Shurima. As the punishing rays of the sun beat down on her, Taliyah pushed farther into the desert, determined to find her people. Hers was a will of stone, and she would do whatever was necessary to protect her family and her tribe from the danger that loomed on the horizon.
Taliyah was

When she was close enough to be covered by the shadow of the great


The people of her tribe had followed the seasonal waters for hundreds of years. The best chance of finding her family was to follow the water, and to Taliyah's dismay, the water in Shurima now flowed from a single source as it had in ages past. The tragic remains of the capital city had always been avoided, almost as much as the great

Taliyah brought the rock she rode to a sudden halt, nearly stumbling from it as she pushed the stone quickly below the desert's surface. She looked around. The woman from Vekaura had been right. This place was no longer a forgotten ruin, haunted by ghosts and sand; indeed, the makeshift camp just outside the walls scrambled with life, like an anthill before a flood. Not knowing who these people were, she decided it might be best to reveal no more than was necessary.
It seemed there was tribal representation from all four corners of her homeland, but as Taliyah searched their faces, she saw none that were familiar. The people here were torn. They argued about the merits of staying in their temporary camps versus seeking shelter within the city. Some worried that just as it rose, the city would fall again, burying any caught inside. Some saw the storm that bristled with unnatural lightning and thought their chances were better within the walls, even if the walls had once been lost to the sand for generations. All of them moved quickly, packing haphazardly and worriedly glancing at the sky. Taliyah herself had won the race with the tempest, but it wouldn't be long before the sand lashed against the gates.
"Now's the time to decide." A woman called out to her, her voice almost lost to the noise of the churning oasis waters and the rising storm. "Are you going in or leaving, girl?"
Taliyah turned to face the woman. She was Shuriman, but other than that, unknown to her.
"I'm looking for my family." Taliyah gestured to her tunic. "They're weavers."
"The Hawk-father has promised protection to all those within the walls", the woman said.
"Hawk-father?"
The woman looked at Taliyah's concerned face and smiled, taking her hand. "

Taliyah looked around at the people. It was true. They were hesitant to move far into the massive capital, but the fear that worried their faces was more for the unnatural storm than the city or its returned emperor.
The woman continued, "There were weavers here this morning. They decided to wait out the storm inside." The woman pointed to the throngs of people pushing in toward the newly beating heart of Shurima. "We must hurry. They are closing the gates."
Taliyah found herself being pulled toward one of the capital's great gates by the woman, and driven from behind by a crowd of strangers who had decided at the last minute not to brave the sands by themselves. Still, there were a few groups clustered near their circled beasts, determined to face the storm as Shuriman caravans had for generations. In the distance, strange and threatening bolts of lightning crackled at the edge of the whirlwind. Old Shuriman traditions might not survive the storm's passing.
Taliyah and the woman were pushed across the golden threshold that separated Shurima from the desert surrounding it. The heavy gates swung closed behind them with a resounding thud. The immensity of old Shurima's glory stretched out before them. The crowd hugged the thick, protective walls, unsure where to go. It was as if they sensed the empty streets belonged to someone else.
"I'm sure your people are somewhere within the city. Most have kept close to the gates. Few are brave enough to go farther than that. I hope you find what you are looking for." The woman let go of Taliyah's hand and smiled. "Water and shade to you, sister."
"Water and shade to you." Taliyah's voice dropped off as the woman disappeared into the milling crowd.
The city that had been quiet for millennia now pulsed with life. Silently watching over Shurima's newest denizens were

Taliyah reached out to the thick wall to steady herself. She gasped. The stone throbbed beneath the flat of her palm. Pain. A terrible, blinding pain overwhelmed her. Tens of thousands of voices were etched into the rock. The fear and torment of their last moments, before their lives were cut down and their shadows were seared into the stone, screamed in her mind. Taliyah tore her hand from the stone wall and stumbled. She had felt vibrations in stone before, reverberations of memories long since past, but never like this. The knowledge of


"I must find my family", she whispered.
About me! Back to Top
So, my name is currently Donald Trump LUL and i play on EUW. I'm Platinum 2 and I've fallen in love with Taliyah since when she came out and never really stopped playing her even after all the nerfs. I also play a lot of Kindred and most of the assassins like Talon (For who i wrote I guide that i stopped updating a while ago), LeBlanc, Akali and Ekko.