When, Nautilus was a mariner authorized by the Institute of War to investigate the strange ranges of the Guardian's Sea. This campaign took him profound into obscure waters where he and his team found a tremendous area of dark overflowing fluid that none of the group could distinguish. Despite the fact that their activity was to research anything new that they found, no man on board was ready to overcome the murk aside from Nautilus. Just minutes after he wore the lumbering jumper's suit and moved over the ship's rail, something hiding in the sludge grasped him. He clung to the side of the ship, yet the thing beneath pulled him furiously, shaking the whole ship. Alternate mariners became anxious and settled on a frightful choice. As he gazed and pled for help, they twisted his grasp free of the rail. He tumbled into the ink, snatching the stay in worthless franticness. Dull ringlets encompassed him and he could do only look as the darkening diagram of his ship blurred away. At that point everything went dark.
At the point when Nautilus got up, he was something... unique. The considerable iron suit had turned into a consistent shell around him, hiding whatever terrible truth lay inside. Every one of the points of interest of his memory appeared to be fluffy and undefined yet one truth stayed clear: he was left here, alone in the sunless profundities, to bite the dust. In his grasp regardless he gripped the grapple that had a place with the men who had denounced him. Having no other reason, he took this sign and walked - too substantial to swim or run - looking for answers. He meandered without bearing or feeling of taking a break in what felt like an endless dream. When he unearthed the shores of Bilgewater, he could discover no hints of the man he was. No house, no family, no life to which he could return. Startled mariners who'd heard his story coordinated Nautilus back to the Institute, however the summoners declined to give up the names of the others they dispatched. By then Nautilus had found out about the League of Legends and there he saw a chance to find and rebuff those in charge of the time and life he lost.
''At the point when devoured by absolute haziness, there is not all that much however forward.''
- Nautilus
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