Energized by his unbridled rage and fury, Tryndamere carves his way through the tundra, acing the craft of fight by testing the Freljord's most noteworthy warriors. The fierce brute looks for exact retribution on the person who wrecked his family and strikes down each one of the individuals who remain amongst him and his last retaliation.
Attempting to make due in the unforgiving, frostbitten Freljord, the youthful Tryndamere and his kin warred with different tribes over the rare assets of the land. One such fight changed his life until the end of time. Looters trapped Tryndamere's family in the dead of night, and however his warriors could push the main influx of aggressors back, they weren't set up for the dim assume that next ventured forward. He employed a merciless, living sword, and roused an unhinged bloodlust in the trespassers with his unearthly enchantment. Tryndamere's tribe was overwhelm inside minutes. With no expectation of crushing the baffling being, Tryndamere tossed himself at unavoidable passing. The dull figure swatted him aside, mortally injuring the youthful brute.
Tryndamere saw passing and obliteration overwhelm his home as his life disappeared. Nobody was left standing - just the shouts of the diminishing remained. Unfit to surrender to death, Tryndamere gave in completely to his fierceness. His blood bubbled and his outrage expended him, banishing his mortality. He lurched to his feet - scarcely ready to grab hold of his sword - steeling himself for the unequivocal showdown with the shadowy being. However, the dull figure did not lift his sharp edge, and rather gave Tryndamere a knowing grin as he pulled back into the shadows. That was the last time the savage at any point saw his adversary.
A man victimized of his home and his kin, Tryndamere meandered over the Freljord for quite a long time, vowing to produce himself into a merciless instrument of requital. He went by every one of the tribes in the solidified squanders, besting each of their warriors until there were none left to challenge. In doing as such, he aced the brute methods for war and outfit his outrage as a power to be figured with. With sword close by and seethe in his heart, he is presently on an undying mission for retaliation against the person who obliterated the life he once knew.
''Fierceness is my weapon.''
- Tryndamere
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