First I want to say. I can write better than this. I just wanted o write SOMETHING. Anyway enjoy.
In the city of Noxus strength was all that mattered. No matter what race, gender or position you were in, you would thrive if you had the strength to swing the huge battle swords of the Noxian command. It was this rule that made Riven come to greatness. When she was merely 8 years old she had the power to use the Great swords with surprising efficiency. The high command of Noxus immediately brought her into training. She trained hard, determined to rise to power.
After the years past she had eventually come to the role of a commander. She had her own troops and was very famous. She loved the air of war and battle. She ran into fights recklessly slicing enemies in her path with her humongous great sword. The great sword was inscribed with runes to highly alter her effect in battle. It was in one battle when the Noxian army was in a tough war against the Ionians that Riven found herself and her party completely surround by their enemies. Riven called for help and what she received was something much worse.
Raging machines stormed in on the battlefield unleashing a vile chemical on the army. Riven saw everybody around her fall to this gruesome plague. Ionians and Noxians fell all around her, screaming in pain.
Riven barely escaped with her life. She had seen enough of it. She could not forget what she had just seen. She ran into the dark forest away from all the battles, and smashed her great sword to severe the ties she had to the army of Noxus. She wandered the earth in self-proclaimed exile. With the power she had left in her broken great sword.
Riven traveled the lane for years looking for a place where she could fit in.
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