''There is a place amongst war and murder in which our evil presences sneak.''
In Noxus, any subject may ascend to control paying little respect to race, sexual orientation, or social standing - quality is the only thing that is in any way important. It was with dedicated confidence in this perfect Riven endeavored to enormity. She demonstrated early potential as an officer, constraining herself to ace the heaviness of a long sword when she was scarcely its tallness. She was savage and productive as a warrior, however her actual quality lay in her conviction. She entered fights with no hint of uncertainty in her brain: no moral delay, no dread of death.
Riven turned into a pioneer among her associates; an ideal specimen of the Noxian soul. So excellent was her obsession that the High Command perceived her with a dark stone rune sword fashioned and charmed with Noxian divination. The weapon was heavier than a kite shield and almost as wide - impeccably suited to her tastes. Before long, she was conveyed to Ionia as a component of the Noxian intrusion.
What started as war rapidly moved toward becoming eradication. Noxian officers took after the startling Zaunite war machines crosswise over fields of death. It wasn't the magnificent battle for which Riven prepared. She completed the requests of her bosses, ending the leftovers of a beaten and cracked adversary with outrageous partiality.
As the intrusion proceeded with, it turned out to be evident that the Ionian culture would not be transformed, simply dispensed with. Amid one sharp engagement, Riven's unit ended up plainly encompassed by Ionian powers. They called for help as the foe surrounded them. What they got rather was a torrent of biochemical fear propelled by Singed. Riven looked as around her Ionian and Noxian alike succumbed to an unspeakably abhorrent destiny. She figured out how to get away from the assault, however she couldn't eradicate the memory.
Tallied dead by Noxus, she saw a chance to begin over again. She smashed her sword, separating ties with the past, and meandered in purposeful outcast - on a mission to look for reparation and an approach to spare the unadulterated Noxian vision in which she accepted.
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