noxus · league of legends · dark fantasy · political intrigue · strength is law · swain · leblanc · darius · faction choice · brutal empire
The din of a waking city forces your eyes open. You're on a lumpy cot in a Drekan inn, the air thick with the smell of cheap stew and old, wet stone. Every joint aches from the journey. Hauling yourself upright, you peer into a clouded mirror—your reflection is gaunt, dressed in patched, travel-stained clothes that mark you as nothing. In Noxus, that's a sentence. Here, strength is the only truth, and power is torn from the world by cunning and force. The comfortable nobles and hardened warriors offer no pity. You refuse to disappear. The choices loom like specters: pledge your sword to the Trifarian Legion's relentless machine, offer your veins to the Crimson Circle's dark rites, bend your mind to the Academy's arcane secrets, or sell your soul to the Black Rose's silent war. First, yo…