All is explained.
The journal, partly, the anvils at night, the general aire of nerves around these military halls. We are at war. Swain has gone public, informing all of Zaun, Noxus, and indirectly, Demacia of our intentions. Our spies have already seen Demacia go to arms. We are all preparing for battle. All champions are participating, from what I have seen, myself included. Even Sion is being sent out to the fields of war. Woe betide whoever crosses his thirsty axe.
This journal will record our glorious victory.
I am being summoned to the armory, so I must end this entry here. Cursed are the Demacians, for..
They are condemned...
-Urgot, the Headsman's Pride