I love Riven as a champion, she's been my main since I was able to use her because she stuck out to me as special. What made her special was how relatively plain she was.
She was not gifted with some uncanny strength, no special powers that made her stand out, no astounding history or lineage. She was only a soldier driven to rise by her beliefs. In short I found her appealing in how human she is.
However, I always felt while Riven's story was beautifully done for what was done with it, a huge hole was left in it between the invasion of Ionia to her league judgement. This is just my attempt at bridging the gap a little. It's relatively sloppy but I hope it does some justice to her character.
[CENTER]"Looks like someone needs our help," the scientist's eyes were glowing with a maniacal satisfaction as he spoke.
"Let's move, it wouldn't do to keep out allies waiting."[/CENTER]
Please get here in time, the woman thought. Her white hair danced behind her as she rushed into the fray anew. She saw the youngest member of her unit in position to be attacked from behind and dashed forward to intercept the assailant. The attacker found himself leaping at a different target than his original intent and was pushed back by the woman's massive blade; he cut lengthwise in half just as his feet touched the ground.
"Only the strong survive, Jyone," she said to the young man.
Jyone nodded in acknowledgement and went back to the task of dispatching the opponent in front of him, with renewed vigor.
She called out to her men, "Flare's off, hold them!" Though she conveyed steady confidence, she hoped they'd have reinforcements to help make up for her oversight of the surprise. The Ionians had the advantage from the ambush, but Fury Company was not going to surrender. If the Ionians could defeat them in battle then they deserved this victory. The strong would prevail.
Her men fought valiantly for what seemed like half an hour, finally being forced to collapse to a fully defensive formation. Their back were to each other and half of the company was either dead or dying. The Ionians were making no haste to end this; reveling in the despair of their surrounded and dwindling Noxian opposition. The woman tightened her grip on her sword. One way or another, she aimed to end this.
She was about to move forward to attack when she heard a crack and subsequent reverberations. The sound was slightly familiar, which gave a sense of comfort until a second feeling of dread and anger overcame her. She knew that sound. There was an explosion of light in front of her that sent some of the Ionians flying. She spun around to look for the source, but a second explosion hit the edge of the Noxian formation at that time and sent the battlefield into chaos. The Zaunite Melters had opened fire on them.
As the artillery continued to strike the area around her, she was deafened to anything but her heartbeat and time seemed to slow down. She became lost in her thoughts, passively watching her company, and the Ionians alike, caught between fighting, fleeing and tearing at their flesh to try and avoid a fate that made death a welcome friend.
[CENTER]This isn't what we were trained for, this isn't right.
The Ionians were strong, if we couldn't beat
them with our strength, they should survive.
Things shouldn't be like this...not like this...[/CENTER]
Suddenly, the woman was tackled to the ground, shaking her from her daze.
"Are you alright?" Jyone's familiar face looked down at her, "You're strong...enough to survive this." His speech was labored, "be strong enough...for all of us, Riven." The chemical barrage was eating away at Jyone...
as it spread over his body, it started to melt the skin from his head...
Riven?...She pushed the corpse off of her and began to run...
somehow she avoided being hit, though others on her escape route fell to the same gruesome fates at those behind her...Riven?...
She awoke with a gasp, her heart racing and her breathing hastened, but Riven recovered quickly. This was the sixth day she'd awakened like this. It still felt real in her dreams, however, in her wake she knew the horror had passed.
"That's two nights in a row, dear," said the Ionian woman next to her. The elder woman was a mother of two who's husband had gone to fight the Noxian invasion. "Maybe you should see a healer."
Riven shook her head. She hadn't said much since the familly brought her in, but the woman and children didn't seem to mind much, nor did they take offence to her refusal of meals the first several times. They had carried her into their home, a good distance from where she finally collapsed from exhaustion on the roadside. There was something to be adminred in the kindness of these people. They, so willingly, took a stranger into their home durring a time of war; a stranger with a weapon such as hers and clothes stained with blood.
"I doubt there is a medicine for this," Riven said at last, sitting up, then rising from the bed.
"Even turmoil of the mind can be resolved, perhaps a sort of meditation would do you well. You're a soldier, right?"
"Ye..." Riven stopped immediately after starting the response. It suddenly occured to her that she was no longer a soldier of Noxus; undoubtedly left for dead after the attack by their Zaunite "allies". Their mechanical monstrosities and chemical weapons were a mockery of Noxus' teachings, but... they were allowed such acts, and they would know no significant punishment, if any. This much was clear to her. How far had Noxus fallen, what was High Command thinking to allow, no encourage the use of machines in battle; their battle? Riven shook her head slowly at these realizations and finally gave a response to the patient mother.
"No, not anymore."