"Everything must bite the dust… but then I live on."
The noxious revenant Mordekaiser is among the most alarming and disdainful spirits frequenting the Shadow Isles. He has existed for incalculable hundreds of years, protected from genuine passing by necromantic divination and the power of his own dull will. The individuals who set out face Mordekaiser in fight hazard a horrendous revile: he oppresses his casualties' souls to end up instruments of obliteration.
Mordekaiser was once mortal, a fierce warlord-lord who led the terrains of eastern Valoran some time before the ascent of Demacia or Noxus. He swam into fight festooned in overwhelming iron protective layer and butchered all who restricted him, squashing them underneath his ensorcelled mace, Nightfall.
As loathed as he was dreaded, his foes at long last revitalized to end his dim rule. Following a long and bleeding day of fight, Mordekaiser met his destiny remaining on a heap of cadavers, encompassed by his adversaries. He chuckled even as he kicked the bucket, pierced by bolts, swords and lances, promising his executioners that he would return for them.
His body was heaved upon a monstrous fire in the midst of extraordinary festival from his adversaries. While the flares were not able accomplish more than darken his defensive layer, Mordekaiser's body was decreased to singed bones.
The flames consumed for a considerable length of time, yet as they at last faded away and the victors proceeded onward, a clique of magicians lurked forward and filtered through the fiery remains, getting together Mordekaiser's shield and bones. They bore them away in mystery, and on a moonless night they laid the skeleton upon a rune-cut piece and ordered a spell of disgusting, necromantic magic. As their dim magicks achieved a crescendo, a shadowy frame showed up upon the section. The ghastly shade rose to its feet, abandoning the skeleton.
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