Darius | Prologue
The Noxians waited for the perfect moment to ambush the Freljordian camp. They had to stay perfectly still within the blizzard that helped mask their presence. Most hadn't experienced a full night's rest or a full meal yet; they were promised that only after their enemies were slain and the camp overtaken. Most of them were ravenous and anxious for the approaching battle, expecting a fulfilling reward for their efforts.
The troops shivered silently and did not complain often, for they had been evaluated and proven worthy of serving Darius, the Hand of Noxus.
"How much longer, sir?" one of them asked Darius, who was at the front of the ambush squad.
"Soon," he responded, aware that if he waited any longer, his subjects might lose their resolve.
His eyes focused on the Freljordian guardsmen. He had practically memorized their patrol pattern and soon discovered which spot was the most open for invasion at a specific time. That time drew near.
"Now!" he bellowed, marching toward the camp, his soldiers in tow. Not too long after, he encountered a handful of surprised guardsmen, who lost their heads with a swift rotation of Darius's axe. A lookout stationed further away quickly alarmed the camp with a horn. Soon after, the Noxians and Frejordians engaged in a brutal battle in the middle of a harsh blizzard, their blood seemingly freezing in the air as soon as it was shed. Axes, billhooks, swords, maces, spears, sickles, slings, bows, chains, staves, and practically any other weapon of war were swung back and forth, some meeting metal, others meeting flesh. With the help of Darius, the Noxians were gaining the upper hand, his axe seemingly substituting as the Grim Reaper's scythe. He dashed, crippled, sliced, punched, and decapitated his way to victory as his fellows assisted in defeating flankers.
But what the Noxians did not know was that a counterattack had been organized. They blended in with the snow much like the Noxians had earlier, only they had hidden in better spots due to their knowledge of the land. They compromised the back line, and Darius found himself surrounded. His soldiers were awash with panic and made lousy attacks.
"Retreat is not an option!" Darius proclaimed, parrying, riposting, and evading a handful of attacks. In truth, it would have been better to retreat, for the Noxians (except Darius) were slaughtered.
That was when the rage came to him. Boram Darkwill had sent him into an unwinnable and costly war, and he'd grown sick of it. How many men had he lost here? How many times had he nearly escaped death? The Emporer had lost his mind trying to invade these territories. His grip tightened on his axe as adrenaline pumped through him. The Freljordians lunged at him.
He let out a beastly yell and ferociously fought off the greater numbers, using his rage to even the odds. His enemies were frightened at the sight of their brothers being so easily slaughtered and quite literally torn to pieces by that monstrous axe of his. They were witnessing the true strength of the Hand of Noxus. Some of them began to retreat, but that was all Darius ever remembered.
@Crow @Hida Tomonatsu @Minerva @Takumi @Siege @Yun Lee @East
Next thing he knew, he was in a strange place being given strange instructions, and his rage completely subsided.
Being treated like a pawn frustrated him though, but there was very little choice in the matter, considering he could not hold a conversation with the voice. He opened the chest and equipped a
Savage Lynel Spear and Bow with Shock Arrows. Noticing that the spear was much like his axe, he placed one hand at the top of the handle, close to the blade, rather than holding it with two hands. He smiled at the familiarity.
The map he was presented with confirmed his earlier suspicion that he was no longer in Runeterra somehow. Nevertheless, those responsible would pay dearly for capturing a leader of the Trifarix. Using what appeared to be a Hextech device, he traveled
East, believing that the more dangerous option would allow him to get more situated in the new environment.
He announced his presence to his group members.
"I am Darius, Noxian Leader of Might. Assuming all of you are in the same predicament as I am, I suggest following my lead," he said, though it seemed more like a command than a proposal. Going off of appearance, they didn't appear very strong.
"However, if you people would rather waste time blowing things up, go ahead. I'm going through the tunnel."
