[Archetype Concept Idea] Stag/Forest god - PART 4 [Lore]
Since I created this champion I was thinking of a suitable Lore for him. What his place would be in the world of Runeterra? Now I really like crossover Lores between champion. Little facts that conects them together even if not directly. I hope I wrote something up to His potential but i'll let you be the judge of that. ;)
Note: I suggest to those who don't understand parts of the story to read the lore of the depicted champions for a more realized conclusion!
Enjoy:
Alceus - The Voice of the Forest - Lore
There are many myths associated with the World of Runeterra. One of the legends notably known among hunters focuses on their unsatisfied desire to hunt down the fabled White Stag, said to reveal itself only before the pure-hearted. Although most haven’t quite understood that part of the myth the rare few who bear witness to the White Stag are said to be blessed with eternal happiness. Among hunters his appearance represented a good omen and fortune to future hunting expeditions. His whereabouts were last seen south to the Great Barrier near the forests of Mount Targon. This is where The Hunter came to stalk his prey.
From child he was taught by his father the legend of the White Stag, its tale as ancient as the Solari Tribe 
that lived at the peak of Mount Targon. But in their tales it was depicted as an associate of opposite beliefs from theirs, an embodiment of the Moon worshiped by heretics 
and taken form in mortal lands to protect the forests. As he grew into a man becoming a revered pride stalker The Hunter dreamed of the day he was going to hunt down this beast. He journeyed for days in search of Mount Targon’s vast forests with no results. No other beasts in domain proved challenging prey compared to his life goal.
Just when things seemed their bleakest, the White Stag appeared before him. He saw it from afar wondering the forest. His fur was silver like moonlight and tree branches for antlers were extending out from its head. The Hunter drawn an arrow from his quiver and aimed at his prey. But when he took shot the arrow landed to a tree’s trunk. He had never missed before. The White Stag didn’t flee - instead he stood still staring at him with his big green eyes full of intelligence. Its stare building an uneasy feeling inside him. The hunter felt that the it was teasing him to follow. The White Stag leaped – disappearing behind the woods. The Hunter start running behind his prey before it got away. He chased it until the sun went down and the whole forest was covered only by moonlight and the night sky. It led him to a glade near the heart of the forest. Finally he had a clear shot.
Before shooting an arrow the White Stag illuminated like the moon and its size grew massive. Its body reflected constellations of the stars and the branches for antlers on his head bloomed with life and were covered with leaves. All the sounds of the forest sang in unearthly harmony as the Forest god revealed himself. Overwhelmed by his radiance The Hunter dropped his bow and fell on his knees. Their eyes locked and The Hunter felt his mortal soul being judged by the Stag’s gaze. This is no beast he thought and Forest god spoke directly to his mind. His voice was deep and ancient but also kind and caring.
“I am Alcaeus the Voice of this Forest. Your heart has been tested mortal and I deem you worthy.”
When the Hunter opened his eyes the White Stag had return to normal and his form flicked and blended with the shadows of the trees. Was it all just a mirage? Had the weariness from his hunting all those days had finally took a toll of him? He stood up still dazed and confused. Before acting his senses tensed again. A cry was coming behind a few logs in the center of the glade. He quickly grabbed his bow and approached slowly. An arrow already drawn. His breath steady and then he launched.
There is a point is every man's life that demands for him to take a choice. A choice which will determine who he is going to be for the rest of his life. He wasn't ready for this. Another strange creature was struggling to stand in two legs. A yordle? No…no…a lion cub. the Hunter thought. The cub fell down again and growled with discomfort. He raised the small white lion 
in his arms and it stared at him with its watery feline eyes. It was a boy. The Hunter succumbed to his feeling of compassion. The legends were true. The Forest god did bless those who gaze upon him.
For anyone reading this I want you to know that I dont expect everyone to like this character and of course there will be thousends of different opinions upon his kit. Please stick up to the first thread in the link . I just wanted to bring an new idea. This Lore with all its flaws is just a suggestion for me to get feedback. Nothing more!! If Riot ever agrees to create this a character I dont realy think i would keep anything from the things I created beacuse they want to launch their own ideas so the character will be theirs. It is more important to spread the word and get this idea known so it would be in demand. Only then Riot will turn its EYE on THIS.
