Lore of League of Legends

Draven

Draven followed Darius to the Noxian military academy where he trained as hard as Darius did but he didn't feel The prestige needed to pursue his ultimate dream; Being famous. All those in the Noxian army have the authority and the fame to be adored and praised, with songs and poems but Draven didn't feel it was enough for him, he thought that his fame needed to reach out to the farthest of Valoran, even to the void but that was just his ego talking.

"Draven" Darius called out to him

"You won't be stopping me, brother... I know my path and it's not here" Draven replied, his back turned to Darius after a verbal argument for Draven's future

"No, it isn't... I wish you most of luck" Darius says sincerely, he truly wishes for his brother whom he has been taking care of since youth to take care, if you think Darius is hard, he is... But to his brother, he is really soft.

"Oh Darius Ha! This touchy feeling is making me cry" Draven replied sarcastically, finally turning around to face Darius. "Do not fear, brother, we are not just brother-in-arms, we are brothers-in-blood" Draven said proudly of himself and to Darius

And with that being said, Draven officially left the academy to start sharing 'Draven' with the world. Struggling for a little while to search for the best opportunity to share his ego, he found nothing worthy of his skills with. Until he stumbled upon the prison system, they were forecasting a death sentence in public.

"Listen people of Noxus!" the executioner said, dressed in black cloth and black armor, although not as heavy as it is, it was a piece of metal on his left shoulder and a ginormous belt around his waist. "This man calls treason against Noxus herself" he said loudly, releasing the bag over his head it showed a man looking down on himself, he was bald and had nothing on but undergarments

"Should we call death or life?" he asked the audience, then the crowd chanted 'death, death, death'. Only a few chanted life, probably his friends and family or those who know the truth.

Draven interest in the occasion, he never saw a crowd as much as this to gather in just an execution. If they would gather around for a simple hanging of necks, then what if Draven made it into a show, imagine those who would gather to see Draven.

Draven started to drool and day dream at the thought, with an excited smirk on his face he went to the prison but of course after the execution.

"I demand to be an executioner!" Draven said, slamming his fist to the table of the warden who was working on his papers who shown little interest to Draven's enthusiasm for being an executioner

"Please fill in these papers for your trial in becoming an executioner" the warden said, his hand reaching out to Draven, holding the papers.

Draven got it, dulled looking, he mocked the warden in his mind but he obeyed what he said to do, knowing the executioners are a tough and trusted group of people.

After a week of waiting, Draven has finally been approved of an executioner.

And at his first execution, he were to do the same thing as he saw last week, classically draw the attention of the crowd and to kill the man in front of them but that is not what Draven did. He brought the prisoner to the stage where he was to be executed.

"People, oh, People" Draven said, his arms high in the air, holding his signature dual blade axe. But when he called no one paid attention, his voice was too high pitched and he didnt sound serious enough to be an executioner

"Hey you @&$@! ?&@ $$?!?%" Draven called out again but with a more mocking and forceful tone, but surprisingly it caught their attention. Upon looking at Draven and his prisoner, he removed the bag over his prisoners head