Arcade Riven

Arcade Riven

  1350 RP

Release Year : 2015 

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Riven Lore

In Noxus, any national may ascend to control paying little heed 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 that Riven endeavored to significance. She indicated early potential as an officer, compelling herself to ace the heaviness of a long sword when she was scarcely its stature. She was merciless and proficient as a warrior, however her actual quality lay in her conviction. She entered fights with no hint of uncertainty in her psyche: no moral delay, no trepidation of death. Riven turned into a pioneer amongst her companions, ideal specimen of the Noxian soul. So extraordinary was her enthusiasm that the High Command remembered her with a dark stone rune sword manufactured and charmed with Noxian divination. The weapon was heavier than a kite shield and about as expansive - flawlessly suited to her tastes. Before long, she was sent to Ionia as a component of the Noxian attack. 

What started as war rapidly got to be elimination. Noxian troopers took after the startling Zaunite war machines crosswise over fields of death. It wasn't the grand battle for which Riven prepared. She did the requests of her bosses, ending the leftovers of a beaten and broke adversary with compelling preference. As the attack proceeded with, it turned out to be clear that the Ionian culture would not be transformed, simply dispensed with. Amid one sharp engagement, Riven's unit got to be encompassed by Ionian powers. They called for backing as the adversary surrounded them. What they got rather was a flood of biochemical dread propelled by Singed. Riven looked as around her Ionian and Noxian alike succumbed to an unspeakably frightful destiny. She figured out how to get away from the siege, however she couldn't delete the memory. Tallied dead by Noxus, she saw a chance to begin once more. She smashed her sword, separating ties with the past, and meandered in purposeful outcast - on a journey to look for penance and an approach to spare the unadulterated Noxian vision in which she accepted. 

''There is a spot in the middle of war and homicide in which our evil spirits prowl.''

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