You play as a dark, evil lord whose bent on once again ruling the world, but like any good leader, you can't do it alone.
You'll have the ability to recruit champions and special characters to be your personal servants. You'll need a Captain to lead your armies, and a Maid to keep your castle in order. Of course that dosn't mean you can't have a personal Harem, or your own loyal Assassin.
Rebuild your castle, recruit (or enslave) potential servants, and rebuild your former empire. How you chose to rule; with either a kind gentle fist or through blood and steel, is up to you.
Many stories have a beginning…this one starts at the end.
Eons ago, you were the de facto ruler of all of Valoran. Tribes worshipped you as a god, cities paid tribute to your mighty empire, and virgins were gifted to you daily to do as you please. You were no honorable king or heroic savior, but an Evil Lord, who through power and treachery managed to conquer and control most of Valoran. Your vast army swathed across the land and your magical prowess was so great that you could create living, thinking creatures with just a snap of your fingers…and end them just as easily. You believed your reign would last all eternity…but alas, your own hubris became your downfall.
Two upstart cities finally rose to challenge your dominance. You thought nothing of it; you merely sent your numerous armies and generals to crush them. But for every army you sent to quell these upstarts, none returned. Until finally, the banners and armies of these two great nations clashed at your walls, and brave heroes, representing the two nations challenged you to honorable combat in your own throne room. You merely scoffed at them and invited them to their own doom, but for reasons you cannot even fathom, you were defeated. You were sealed away in a dark tomb, your empire disassembled, and through magical means, your name erased from history itself. You could only take solace in the fact that the two nations would eventually squabble over the spoils of your defeat, and the two soon turn against each other…something they would called a “Rune War”.
But a powerful being such as yourself can never truly be defeated. The spell that imprisons you in your tomb is complex and ancient, older than even you. But it would only be a matter of time before the spell weakens, allowing you to escape and reclaim your birth right once more.
And luckily for you, that day is today…
You have lost track of time, but eventually, through numerous trial and error attempts, you finally disarm the spell. The sound of stone crumbling and weight shifting echos into your dark tomb as massive stone doors give way, allowing a glimpse of something you thought you would never be able to see again…
You stride through the open doors, as cobwebs and dust shake off your shadowy form, you begin to climb a series of stone stairs until finally you find yourself standing atop a small hill. Forests and rolling plains surround you, the sun beats warmly across your form. The first thing you notice is that everything is gone; the walls, the castle, the spires and throne room, all gone. The only thing that is partially recognizable, are bits of eroded foundation, half buried in the ground and bleached white by the sun. You’ve must have been sealed away a very long time. But no matter, now you can finally take your revenge upon the world. Now you can finally bring retribution to those two cities that brought your downfall.
What were their names again? Ah yes, Noxus and Demacia…
You raise your hand into the air and gather your evil essence to cast your will into the world.
An army so great and powerful, not even the winds themselves can escape them. An army so powerful, even the ground bows before them. An army so devastating, you doubt even your own mighty self could stop it.
You snap your fingers and prepare to address the mighty army you had just summoned…but something is wrong.
The sky hasn’t turned black, the ground hasn’t erupted in flame, and no great army stands before you. Instead…you are greeted by five small, scaly creatures with horns and a compact frame. They bump and mingle into each other, comically falling over and getting up again just to fall over a second time.
It seems you have been gone for a very long time…either the sealing spell must have sapped your magical ability or you have gotten rusty with time, but these five minions could never conquer the world and exact your revenge. It seems you are going to have to start from scratch; to rebuild your empire, regain your glory, and rule the world once more.
But first, you have to correct one small issue. In your imprisonment, in your confinement and entrapment for the various centuries, you have done the one thing that you could do; you listened. You listened to the world around you, of cities rising and falling, of various Rune Wars erupting over the lands, the sound of species plentiful in your time taking their final breaths. But one phrase has caught your attention as of late, something that even peasant and king both whisper in awe; the League of Legends. That, you reasoned, would be the greatest problem of all…but what better place to start rebuilding your empire…then by recruiting or enslaving your former enemies. The time to rule is now…the question is…how to do it…
A. Send your minions out to announce your return to the world
B. Have your minions start laying the ground work to rebuild your castle
C. Raze the nearest village, just to stretch your legs
D. Go out on your own and explore the area