Life in the Shadow Isles was always a hard, fearful thing. If you could call anything on those dreaded, misbegotten slabs of land "living". If one dared to, then you could say the most fortunate were those of the Darkeye Manor; a place isolated from the rest of Valoran because its lord, Magnus Darkeye was a well known, and equally hated mercenary that made quite the reputation, and fortune serving any force who could afford his services.
Hiding out on the Shadow Isles assured Lord Magnus that once his tasks were over, he would be safe at his home. For none would be so foolish to travel to the heart of heall to simply kill a mercenary warlord. But then... none ever thought any foolish enough to live there either.
For the first several years the Manor endured hardship after hardship on the Shadow Isles, and eventually, with a little luck and effort from Magnus, as well as some powerful magics. The Manor became secure. Mostly. Perhaps the unliving devils of the warped and wisted nature of this dark, ill place had finally come to accept the people of Darkeye.
Or so Magnus finally convinced himself. Until the day his beloved Alicia was stolen right out from under him. As he and his blessedly pregnant wife strolled leisurely through one of their indoor gardens, a strange feeling came over the pair. An overwhelming sensation of calm spread over them, and even as they could only help but smile and walk the ethereal path of ghostly flowers towards the unknown... they felt terror. For the Shadow Isles were never calm, never quiet, never as they seemed.
After several minutes of silent walking aimlessly through this garden, Alicia began to get ahead of Magnus. He slowed, uncontrollably, afraid as she turned from his sight behind a wicked tree that seemed to reach for him. He swatted at it, backing away, and found himself dizzy and his mind blank; too blank to scream for Alicia who was now humming a certain tune. No matter how far she got the hum was the same noise. His senses were becoming duller by the moment, weakening, slowing, until.... darkness.
This was weeks ago, now, and Magnus has fallen into a horrible, terrifying rage. His servants, and soldiers flee the very sight of him, and cower when mentioned. All fear that he will order them out into the Shadow Isles to reclaim his wife and their unborn child. He locks himself away, mostly, writing letters to the furthest reaches of Valoran promising thousands and thousands of gold, and items of power. His most beloved belongings are being auctioned off to any who can discover her whereabouts.
As this letter reaches Valoran, you learn of this absurd story. Or, for some, they hear the sweet sound of gold when Noxians spread word of the price on his head. The contract is unclear, and vague at best. However, promises of 20,000 gold pieces to destroy Darkeye are very certain.
Darkeye Manor is located in a dismal field, far from the trees and hills of the Shadow Isles, in a grassy plain of indigo colored grass, with an endless sky of prismatic little bugs lighting the way as they fly around, a plethora of strange, serene plantlife; mostly flowers, swaying on windless breezes. It, itself, is a well defended place with stone walls of twenty feet, one entrance accessible through three seperate gates - and once inside, the manor consists of three tall towers, one taller than the others, where Magnus resides, and a dome structure - quite massive, that is for housing and other things. This structure stretches beneath the surface of the Isles, and descends into caverns of questionable nature.
Now, it is for you to decide, as you arrive via boat to the shores of the terrible Shadow Isles, what your path will be. Will Darkness await, or shall Light guide you through the Shadows?