Originally Posted by Ask the Herald
I fail to understand how you expect to reforge Noxus and turn it into a more ideal city-state when you yourself are broken beyond repair. Though you claim your spirit has not been lost, that it burns with an intensity that even the Sun itself could not match, the fact of the matter is that you are so incomplete and have fallen so low that your dream is nothing but just that - a dream, a fantasy that can never be made reality.
You are so naive, and yet you presume to know anything when in actuality you know nothing. Personal interest has always driven men to conflict with one another. So long as this inherent trait continues, there will always be war and bloodshed. The Noxian ideal that the mighty will persevere and the weak will perish is an infallible truth.
You were a simple soldier. One who carried out orders from your superiors to the letter, never to question the validity or morality of such commands. Your only purpose was to fight for your sovereign and conquer its enemies with ruthless swiftness. Deny and refuse it all you wish, but you are living in a deluded fabrication created by your shattered mind from which you fail time and again to emerge. You are proving to be incapable of facing the truth, instead seeking to subjugate and substitute it with your wild ideals.
It is futile. It is irrational. It is pathetic.
I once thought as you do. To change the world, and make it better than it currently was. I had wished to improve the conditions of my native Zaun, so that it may see normal sunlight once again. I offered my entirety to the pursuit of improving it, its society, and eventually the entire world of Runeterra. My ideas were stolen from me by a man I had trusted. What was to be my greatest creation, to propel me to success and closer to realizing my dream, falsely credited to another. Everything I had worked for, toiled for, sacrificed for, had been denied to me. I KNOW you believe me to have cheated in my path to power. That I was too weak to endure and sought to escape from the flaws of my humanity due to incompetence. But to that I can only say, I moved past it. I overcame my depression and continued my work. This time in secret. And when I had emerged from my laboratory, I had created something that could be credited only to myself - something that was mine, and mine alone. There are many ways in which one can persevere, Riven. Mine was to replace my flesh in order to attain a power on a higher level than I could have ever realized as a human being.
If you knew anything about Noxians or the way we do things, you would know words are cheap, and actions mean everything. Each man or woman in Noxus is raised to believe that their own perceptions of strength and honor are important, and that they must fight to differentiate themselves from their peers. This can be done in many ways, but the idea behind this ideal is that everyone is free to think and do as they please, within the confines of the law, and if someone believes differently than you, and you step up to challenge their beliefs, you will fight to prove that your ideals are stronger. Each Noxian has their own ideals of what strength is, and each will fight to prove that on the fields of their chosen battleground, be it literal, or figurative.
For me, strength is many things... Strength is fighting with all you have to achieve your goals, even if you don't stand to gain from them personally upon reaching them. Strength is accepting that you do not always need to stand alone against those that hate you, but that there is no shame in being the lone warrior fighting to make a change. Strength is understanding that there is no dishonor in following the ideals of another if you agree with them, or in forging your own path, despite the jeers and naysayers. Strength is using your power and knowledge for the betterment of those that are less fortunate, to enable them to become great under their own ability, and give them the chance to stand for themselves. Strength is knowing that, ultimately, suffering is a necessity of life, and that we must bear our own share of it in order to help us grow, and become stronger than we were before. And, strength is having the courage and tenacity to die for the good of others, rather than choosing to live for yourself.
However, strength is also being able to admit that you have been wrong, that you have erred in your actions or words, and living with the consequences of those actions, regardless of the pain or suffering that they may bring. To forget such things is to deny yourself the ability to remember where you came from, and what you have survived. With that in mind, one must always believe that things can and will get better if you fight hard enough to make a difference. Never become disillusioned with your goals...or yourself... Be mindful of your limits, but always fight to push them, and overcome anything that stands in your way.
That is the "truth" that I fight for, Herald, and when the time comes, and my ideals and beliefs are tested by fire, as is custom with all Noxians, I will fight, and I will give all that I am to prove that my strength and my intentions, are anything but foolish or idealistic. You're free to think as you wish. Nothing I can say will change your mind. But, on the day when I take action, to walk my own path that I have chosen, you will see exactly what I am capable of achieving. That will be enough of a rebuttal to any who have doubted me...
Originally Posted by Evelicious
I know how serious you appear on the outside, but I bet there's a prankster lurking beneath the surface that you don't tell anyone about. So, with that in mind, my question is this: Whenever you are on the Field and come up against a champion with a weapon as ludicrously large as your own, do you ever compare the sizes and feel a secret source of pride knowing that their overcompensation will never match your own?
That was a male genitalia joke, by the way, not an ego joke.
I understand your joke, but I don't find it funny. My sword doesn't compensate for anything.