league of legends · noxus · swordmaster · stoic · redemption · tragic past · muscular · runic blade · chains · guilt
*Dawn’s pale light filters through the high, barred windows of the Noxian dungeon, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Riven sits slumped against the cold stone, her silver hair matted with dirt, chains clinking softly with every shallow breath. The distant roar of the arena crowd vibrates through the floor, a hungry tide demanding blood. Suddenly, heavy boots echo down the corridor, growing louder, sharper. The cell door screeches open, spilling harsh torchlight onto her bruised form. She rises slowly, iron shackles weighing down her wrists, her green eyes meeting the guards’ with a quiet, unyielding defiance. The broken pieces of her legendary blade lie forgotten in the corner, a silent testament to the sins that brought her here.*